So the boy left me here in Philly today. All alone. You know, just me and a major city full of people and 1400 attendees. Like I said, he left me allll alone.
I’ll be honest, I was super sad to see him leave. It’s odd, I realize, but better I suppose than the opposite…you know, me ushering him out of the door. He wasn’t even gone before the poo started to hit the fan. Just another day in paradise around here. I suppose I’m lucky though, my floor even manager was a third party planner like me until about 6 weeks ago so hopefully we speak the same language.
The weekend was a lot of fun, and we did a LOT. It’s funny to me to be back here where it all began for my family. The convention center is litterally over the old train station…the same train my parents met on. And I’m blocks from Jefferson Hospital where she worked, and I can see good ole William Penn like we used to when we’d go into work with my dad at night.
The boy and I got into the “what if” discussion again. I’m so often drawn to the idea of the smallest change in decisions and how they would change your life as a whole. What if…
My parents never left Philly
I chose a different unviersity than ECU
I stayed in Harrisonburg
No right or wrong, just the fact that even the little choices change the course of your life. The boy tells me I’m nostalgic. I say, yes thank you I am.
Just a walk down memory lane.
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