A New First: Home In Philly

This past weekend I celebrated a new first. 

I've grown up around the Philly area and have been living in the city for the last almost five years. Over the years I've lived in a few different neighborhoods around the city. I've lived on my own, I've lived with a boyfriend, have had great landlords and have had shitty neighbors. And every year I have moved to a new apartment.  

And this time last year was no different. I was making yet another move. This time last year my ex and I were finishing up moving out of our apartment and saying goodbye to the home we had created together. 

This time last year, I was attempting to get "settled" in my new place before quitting my job and backpacking through Europe the following week. 

And that's when it hit me:

I didn't move this year. 

This is the first time EVER that I have stayed in a place for longer than a year.


Maybe that doesn't seem like a big deal to you, but for me, someone who has been a perpetual mover for the past five years - it's kind of a big deal. 

It's the first time I haven't had to find boxes and packing tape. The first time I didn't pack up everything I own and haul it across town and have to beg my family and friends to help out and provide them with pizza and beer.

It's the first year I didn't waste hours looking for a new apartment, scheduling time to go see said apartment and debating on whether to get it or wait and see if something better would come along.

It's the first year I haven't had to call Comcast and waste an hour of my time waiting on hold trying to transfer my internet service. I didn't have to buy new furniture, storage, or assemble a closet. In short - It's the first time I didn't have to block out an entire weekend to move! 

:: insert praise Jesus hands:: 

I was gonna turn this into a list post about how to get through moving without killing someone, or, things I've learned living on my own (which, I may still do at some point). 

But in all honesty, you can look up that crap on the internet. There are plenty of How-Tos on getting through moving. If you really want my advice, just ask. I have plenty of experience moving. 

What I'm not experienced in though, is not moving. I'm not experienced in staying in one place for more than a year. And I gotta be honest - it feels weird.

I'm dealing with conflicting emotions on opposing sides of the spectrum. On one hand, it is sort of comforting coming back to the same place and it feeling like MY space. But coming back to the same square footage every day can feel a bit suffocating at times. A little claustrophobic almost.

I'm growing roots which makes me feel older and more mature, but I'm still attached to my wings and the freedom to go wherever I want. There is a calmness that the familiar brings, yet, it also breeds anxiety for me. 

I'm interested to see how this year progresses in this place I call home. A home, which, just in case you are wondering, is still not fully decorated or "put together." I still have picture frames hanging on the walls with no pictures in them. A year later and I'm still failing at getting it together. But, at least I have another year to get it together, right?