I watched 127 hours this weekend. The first half before heading out on Saturday night, and the second half after a night of pool, air hockey, and whiskey at the local bowling alley. The second half was pretty intense and brutal for anyone who likes to see nerve bundles stay intact. Luckily, the whiskey helped me through it.Speaking of time periods and crazy things, I just counted and I officially have 51 days left in Philadelphia. 51! I will have lived here for roughly 4 years before I head to my new home, Chicago, at the end of June. 51 of 365 x 4 is not a big percentage. I just did the math (dork, I know) and I have 3% of my time left in Philly to go. O. M. G.
Thoughts of the move bring up a host of emotions ranging from extreme excitement to intense sadness. I'm absolutely thrilled to move to Chicago, but I've also really found my niche here in Philly and I constantly find myself wishing I could just be in two places at once. Can't I figure out a way to be here in Philly joining my friends in all of the fun summer activities they are planning (bike races, annual summer parties) and also be in Chicago starting my new midwestern life?
The good thing is, the combination of the quickly approaching move date along with school winding down has me in a really good place. I feel a little like I did when I first moved here. Truly excited about life and all it has to offer and wanting to fully experience it as much as I can. Even difficult experiences are approached with a sense of reverence and appreciation for the learning they will bring. Maybe a little like Aron Ralston/James Franco is thinking about life at that amazing desert sunset.
Its quite a bit different than how I've been feeling lately, to put it mildly. I ended my last post with the words, "carpe diem, yes?" It may seem like a miniscule difference, but lets just say that if I wrote those same words now, it would read, "Carpe diem. Yes!"
