I think the worst thing about this point in my life is that I can't imagine anything else after this. I can't imagine what else I could do or where I could go that could possibly make me as happy as I have been the past two years. And when I think about that, I feel kind of pathetic. I kind of want to just go sit in an airport. Give me the limbo of an actual terminal. It's much more clear cut.
However, when I go into Philly, I just feel so much better. I think I subconsciously take wrong turns on purpose just so I can walk around more. I pretend that I will be fine with moving anywhere. (California is lately a really tempting option.) But that's because I'm afraid to admit how much I want to stay.
Right now I really like Florence and the Machine's song "Rabbit Heart (Raise it up)."
Also, I am hopelessly, hopelessly in love with Doctor Who. Time-traveling badass with a tortured soul. Can't resist. Plus, time-travel. (Last night at a party someone was telling me this story about how he came home to find a strange woman had broken into his house and was acting really creepy. I was like OMG ON DOCTOR WHO SHE WOULD HAVE BEEN AN ALIEN! And then I felt kind of ashamed.) But seriously, who couldn't love a show where the characters get to meet Queen Victoria and fight werewolves? Among other things?
There are always bright spots. And Philadelphia is still there for me to wander in.
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