Old City will always have certain memories for me. I will hold the memories of walking down its streets, underage, with a liquor blush warming my cheeks. Holding onto my friends as we laughed about the events that had just unfolded.
I will remember my birthday when a dear friend went shopping with me in Center City (against his wishes) and was determined to get me to The Ritz to see Wes Anderson’s new film. Our feet were so sore by the end of the night, practically yelling at us. Our broke asses didn’t have enough money for a round-trip on the subway and we ended up walking from Center City to old, racing against the clock. We learned that night that Center City is a lot more than 5 blocks from Old City, and we felt it the next day.
Two weeks I made a new memory in Old City. As I sat in front of Independence Hall in a nice shirt with my hair pinned back I realized something. The days of underage drinking, not having enough money for the subway, and being a teenager were over. As I sat there for my corporate interview I realized that this was a new path I was venturing down in life. These previous paths are not ones I regret, but hold dear to my heart.
Sitting on that bench in my dress clothes with a portfolio in hand made me realize I was becoming an adult. And, in that moment I felt excited.
I’m excited for what life brings me, for I know it has never been dull. As I watched people walk through the square I realized this was where i needed to be. If I got the job or not, I needed to be in this exact spot, this exact city. Philadelphia has made me realize a lot. It had me grow up, grow with some, and apart from others. It’s my place of constant change.
How will it change me now?