Philadelphia
I am dreadfully tired of Philadelphia. I am so sick and tired of this city, that I almost want to scream.
I’m not going to launch into a diatribe about what’s wrong with Philly: that’s been said and done by countless others besides me.
I want to sell my house and move somewhere else. Austin, Texas. Boston, Massachusetts. New York City if I could afford it. Even L.A. would be a nice change of pace.
Right now, I am in a rut in Philadelphia, PA. I think I have grown as much as I am going to grow here, and now I want out.
I despise it here. I absolutely DESPISE this city.


April 6th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
but… *I’m* in Philly!
Seriously, I get it. I don’t feel the same way about Philly as you do, but I have felt that way (omigodgetmethefuckOUTofhereIcan’ttakeitanyMORE!) about various places I’ve lived and left. Strangely, that’s pretty much how I felt about New Orleans when I left it, but it didn’t take much time for me to become nostalgic and as close to “homesick” as I ever get. (This is not meant to imply that you will feel the same).
April 8th, 2008 at 11:38 am
Denver, Seattle, Phoenix, Albequerque, Flagstaff….. You know you can always crash with me in PHX.