[Originally written on this date in 2006]
How great is it to be living in Philly? Oh, I could go on. There are so many interesting places to go and such sights to see; lots of parks, a few museums and plenty of other goodies. The food I have eaten over the past few days was fantastic beyond mere words, though being treated to the meals may have contributed to their deliciousness.
My room rocks and currently I am in the process of painting it; I have a kick ass queen size mattress all to myself with brand new bedding -sheets, pillow cases and a luxurious top blanket – that was a gift from a special someone who said they thought I could use something nice for my new place. The red blanket is very soft and keeps me warm at night so I adore it very much and think about him when I am wrapped up in it. There is some great furniture in the basement that I am making use of, and a shelving unit in the garage that will be very useful. The best part is that I will still have plenty of space once these items are put into the room, and the closet is organized just the way it should be. Also have been put in charge of this enormous plant that just had its first bloom yesterday.
Oh, and what season is this? The nights might be cold, and sure it rained today, but the weather has been much nicer than it should be for the beginning of February. Certainly hoping for an early Spring and have a hunch it will get quite colorful around the neighborhood.
Finally relaxing after a week of organized chaos that included spending three hours packing all of my stuff, most of which was still in storage bins. However, everything still needed to be labeled so I would know exactly what was inside which container. Then it was either shoved into my car or put out on the deck, and I am kind of proud of how much I was able to get into the Oldsmobile. Must have been all that experience packing trailers and the possum belly during carnival travel, though I am also quite thankful for having such a spacious vehicle. All of that was hauled down to Philly on Friday and I was very eager to get it all upstairs into my room.
Since then I have been painting, and the remainder of my things arrived on Sunday, which saved me from having to make an awkward return trip. The painting is now drying [even though I keep telling myself I’m going to do some touch-ups], my bed is where it belongs and I started arranging some items on the shelves to add a personal touch to the room. There is a set of lovely wooden cabinets I am using for storage, and the shelving unit still has space available if I need it.
Yesterday I went in search of jobs and that did not go well since I did not find anyone that was hiring. It doesn’t help that I really need a key to the house so I can go out when my roommates aren’t here without worrying the door is unlocked.
On Saturday I was surprised with a phone call from my best friend who wanted to take me out to dinner to celebrate the move. Getting ready felt like a ritual again, my stomach bubbling with nerves while a smile danced on my face. Being picked up right outside the house as opposed to down the block or at a pre-arranged meeting spot made the evening feel like a proper date. Jon was on his best behavior and refreshingly sober – ok, we smoked a joint before we ate but no other substances were consumed. The point is that it was the first of many times we would be able to sit down with one another and carve out a new experience in the concrete tomb of our friendship. He took me to a quaint Indian restaurant where we were surrounded by red and gold walls, candle-lit tables and soft atmospheric music. The food was a bit spicy but otherwise fully enjoyed, as was the usual course of conversation that covered topics we usually found ourselves discussing.
Being so used to going our separate ways after such an amazing experience, I was caught off guard when he politely asked if I wanted to accompany him home. It shouldn’t have made me so nervous, seeing as how we had been intimate plenty of times and our relationship was blooming much like springtime flowers. Yet finding myself in his bed is still something I don’t feel the need to discuss in detail, but that doesn’t take away from the moments we spend together.
Sunday afternoon we returned to Philly and stopped in at a cafe with a bohemian vibe and mismatched vintage dining wear that I found rather charming. The smile on his face was infectious and I almost felt overwhelmed by how sincerely happy we both were. Something about Philly had us relaxed; maybe it was the lack of paranoia or wondering if I was going to be lectured for having a good time with my best friend. In fact, I was becoming far more comfortable with being seen with him in public and could tell the feeling was mutual.
We took a walk down South Street and it was so natural it’s like we had been doing for year, hands casually holding one another while we pointed out various things to each other. Plenty of people glanced in our direction, but it was no longer due to be the most visibly modified people in view. It just so happened we made a visually appealing couple, even with the huge height difference, and this was acknowledged in a positive manner through random compliments from strangers. He laughed at one point and mentioned something about how it was flattering, but having such a lovely lady by his side certainly helped. The romantic gestures didn’t seem to end and public display of affection was something he certainly wasn’t shy about, perhaps even pushing a little too far in some instances. Not that I wasn’t enjoying it or sort of enticing such behavior, but he does things that drive me wild and I seem to loose all control over inhibitions when I’m around him.
Yea, life in Philly is good so far and I couldn’t be happier that I get to share it with the person I love.