my fear, lately, as I get ready to leave Philadelphia indefinitely for the first time in my life: that wherever I go from now on, I’ll be looking for bits of Philly there. Philly in Mexico City. Philly wherever happens next. I’m not sure if I should be worried about that, but I am. it’s so hard to leave a place I adore so much–I wonder why I’m leaving if I know I love it here.
but still, there are deeply felt tugs away. it feels ironic that I’m realizing this just as I’m about to move. the prospect of leaving has reminded me how precious this place is. Mexico City will raise me in a different way, though, and it will be a delightful surprise. for now I am absorbing all the Philadelphian beauty I can.