Off to San Francisco tomorrow, then back home to Philly next week.
since college I've been working, discovering Philadelphia, traveling, putting down roots but being afraid to get too anchored, and getting addicted to coffee.
I don't know why I'm afraid of an anchor, it's actually pretty contradictory. When I moved to Philly, I was looking for some stability, regularity, some sense of normalcy after what I felt like had been a chaotic whirlwind during college. But I never intended to stick around. Europe has its claws in me, as does the West Coast (I've always wanted to go back to Portland, or live in Seattle or Vancouver). Some subconscious or half-conscious part of me had imagined that I'd be transient in my 20s, hopping from city to city, living a cosmopolitan and unattached life.
But now looking at how the last few years have taken shape, it all has come to pass, in one way or another. I've found great people in Philadelphia, wrenched some semblance of balance into my life (though, like the entropic universe, I still tend towards chaos), but I've still managed to spend time in other places (if not those places I vaguely had in mind).
taken November 29, 2009
When I first woke up today, the sun was out, people on twitter were all a-flutter about how bright it was outside. Yes, I check my email and twitterstream on my iPod Touch before I get out of bed.
By the time I got out of bed, got ready for work, and made it out the door, it had started snowing. This was NOT expected. The snow kept getting heavier, the flakes larger, the wind stronger. As I walked down the alley to work, I was holding up one of those large blue Ikea bags to shield me from being pummeled by the force of the wind throwing these huge clumps of snow at me.
This evening, my coworker Svenja pointed out the unusual sunset. We've got a great view from the 6th floor (5th floor as Germans count it) and every once in a while the sky cooperates.