Triple Bolt Gazette

It happened earlier this week. On a nondescript August day, I celebrated living in Philly for 20 years. The why’s and how’s of what led to the move are for another time and place, but let us just say the transition was not the smoothest I have experienced. I did end up learning a lot about what I am made of, and what I can survive so in the end, you can say it was not a total loss.

I remember the first few early years as somewhat carefree and liberating. I would spend entire Saturdays with a good book, a few cups of Wawa coffee, and a good joint or two sitting in Rittenhouse Square just going between getting lost in a book and people watching. I didn’t know many people at all so I kept mostly to myself and was very happy with that. I have always felt comfortable being alone so I never felt hindered in my exploration of my new found city. There was so much to see and do that I never got bored. There was a certain rush of excitement, but there was never a sense of home.

At the time, I can not say for sure I was looking for a home. Philly was a stop along the way, and I had no intentions of staying here for too long. It’s funny the way the plans you make in your younger years have a sense of humor all of their own. Well, Happy Anniversary, Philly. On the plus side, we are both still standing, so cheers to you, you are one hell of a resilient city.