It’s been nearly nineteen months since I packed up my things and set out on the road. Since then, when I wasn’t living in hotels or visiting friends I’ve been relying on the charity of family.
Now that it seems I’ll be in the Philadelphia area for a while, it seemed appropriate to get my own digs. So I’ve done that. I’m going to try living in the BIG city for a while. That will be an interesting adjustment. I’ll have to cope with on street parking, very little green space, large crowds a block from my house – particularly on weekends – and an extended commute across the Delaware daily to New Jersey.
On the flip side I end up within stumbling distance of some wonderful bars and restaurants, a couple of blocks one direction from three grocery stores and a couple of blocks in the other direction from an excellent irish breakfast. I’ve got a bay window, a washer/dryer and plenty of space for a not obnoxious sum of money.
And best of all, I’ve got a legitimate address of my own. And a place for my stuff.
I miss my stuff.
So if anyone’s in town after Groundhog Day, you are very welcome. Even if I never actually bother to haul all the crap I want up the three-hundred and eleventy-three steps in the building the floor’s likely to be fairly comfortable.