Last summer I wrote a blogger diary called Home is a Feeling, Not a Place. At that time, I had only been in Philly for 3 months, and didn’t yet feel settled. My mind was all over the place, and I was really craving that feeling of “home” to comfort me. It’s now a year later, and I can truly say that Philly feels like home. I have places that I frequent and I’ve developed really incredible friendships – better than I ever thought possible back when I made the move from New York. I’m now in a new house, and it, too, feels like home.
Every evening I’m greeted by my cat as soon as I walk in the door. I make way my to my room, plop down my stuff, and relax for a minute, looking around at all of the things I’ve collected and positioned on display in a way that feels just right. I shout over to the next room where I can hear one of my roommates hysterically laughing. She’s probably repeatedly watching a ridiculous Vine by one of those dudes who’ve quickly become our good buds. I love where I am and it feels right to me. Home certainly is a feeling, not a place – and when the place in which you dwell also feels like home, what more could you ever even need?
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