Philthy

Dear Philadelphia,

I have missed you and have been so glad to be away from you.  You seriously drive me nuts with your rude drivers, drug dealers, and abusive mothers on the subway.  But you soften my heart with my housemates, the coffee shop where I'll always know at least 3 people inside, open arms of old friends, the Delaware river, and your nooks and crannies I've explored, giggled in and spilled tears in since I was a teenager. You hold my family here, you hold my heart here.  I know you and you know me.

I love you. I hate you.
Meg


I have been home since Friday night.  Ironically, also on Friday night, I got the job offer I was looking for.  I'm moving to Maine in May for 6 months.  I'm so excited (and have many mixed feelings)!  The job is with the Beehive Design Collective, who I've admired and sort of known for a couple years. I spent 2 weeks up there in 2011 and fell in love with their artwork as well as their tiny town, where they are heavily involved.  They are a design collective who are activists for different causes, using their art to create awareness and promote change.  For this 6 months, I'll be their Communication & Network Coordinator.  I look forward to growing alongside them!

For this month in Philly, I am working odd jobs here and there.  Of course, my computer completely died this week, which leaves me hundreds of dollars in the hole in order to fix it in order to do odd design jobs in order to pay it off.  ...life...  Blessings & curses all wrapped up with one big Life Burrito.  Nom nom nom.

...I just re-read this and it sounds a little bitter or sad.  I guess I'm having a hard time adjusting to being home, knowing I'm leaving again soon, fighting a cold, being in debt all of a sudden, feeling obligations, having no real schedule but lots to do, and really... all I want to do is sit in the embrace of those I love here. I literally want to do nothing else.  Humph.

I had my friend Stephen chop my hair off.  Well, into a short bob kinda thingy.  A mirror's reminder of a rejuvenated spirit, a lightened load.  This trip broke all my patterns and made me re-consider the ones I sit in comfortably.  I feel like a plant that's been uprooted and the dirt shaken out.  It's a beautiful feeling- the air running around my roots for the first time in a long time, and I look forward to sinking into the earth again.  Maybe in Maine for a while, maybe back in Philly afterwards. We'll see where my heart lands.  It seems to be enjoying being migratory at the moment.

I will roll in the dirt here for now, with my Philthy friends I hold so dear.