Last week, Justin and I journeyed down to Philadelphia for a much deserved overnight trip. I'd never been to Philadelphia before, but assumed it was a city I'd like well enough. I have a tendency to get excited over historical tourist attractions, so Philadelphia seemed like the right place to head. I didn't realize just how much I'd love the city though. I'm not sure exactly what it was. It probably had a decent amount to do with Reading Terminal Market and it's warm 99 cent blueberry fritters and the fact that Benjamin Franklin's head is mounted all over the place. It might have been the old brightly shingled buildings and the brick sidewalks. Maybe it was the uncrowded streets, and the little restaurants tucked into the corners of every side road we walked down. It could even have been the sidecar a bashfully talented bartender made for me at midnight. This is all just conjecture, of course.
Honestly, most of the time, when I visit a new city (and it's pretty rare that I do), I tend to idealize it. Whenever you're on vacation anywhere, you take a break, you set out to enjoy everything positive a place has to offer. Traveling to a place is just much different than living in a place. And honestly, I think because I don't know where I want to live or be or like, do with my life or whatever, seeing a new place just makes me excited. I know that I don't want to stay in New York, so everywhere I visit just becomes a possible future I guess. Philadelphia just feels like a place I could see myself living, happily (employed-ly?) in the near future, and that makes me happy despite all of the "WOAH WHAT AM I DOING WHAT'S GOING ON" uncertainties I got goin' on right now.
Here are a few of my favorite snapshots from our trip. Spoiler: They are mostly of food.
Photos by me, Justin, and a friendly security guard
