By the time you read this post I will be on an airplane flying back home…That’s right I’m heading to Philadelphia for a nice long weekend. Yes, I know it’s been 10 years since I left but I will always consider Philly my home. I grew up there, still have lots of friends and family there and loads of good memories. I relate to the city in a way that I will never relate to any other . You can live anywhere but having that “connection” to a certain place is unique.
|Philly as seen from the rooftop|
There will be food...lots of food. Our favorite desserts from the local bakery and coffee; there's always coffee. We'll stay up until the wee hours of the night just chatting....about everything and nothing.
|Us Circa 2000|
Its not rocket science that brings us together rather just the comfortable feeling of being able to say what's on our minds; knowing we won't be judged. This will go on until one of us, usually me, starts to nod off at the table. But even still our conversations won't end there we'll meander to the door and linger on the porch just trying to stretch out the night and our time together for as long as we can.
We'll continue this the next night and the next and every night until its time to leave home again. Because to me Philly is still my home. I'll make my way back to Phoenix and I'll have tons of food stories to share...but my heart will always be in Philadelphia.