Where I Feel At Home

I am really beginning to enjoy my new town. Even though it is suburban Philadelphia, and even though I know very few people here, there is still a sense of community that I haven’t really felt before. I think a lot of it has to do with the way the town handles itself.

For instance, last week one of the merchants from a down the street came in to our building and asked if I would mind getting some balloons to put up in support of the Phillies. Now, I am usually not a baseball fan-in fact, I had categorized baseball on the same level of dullness as basketball, which is only surpassed by televised golf and those infomercials that try to get you interested in magical towels that can somehow absorb the entire ocean even though it is as big as a washcloth. I have realized, though, that being this close to Philadelphia automatically turns me into a baseball fan, even though I normally could care less. I had thought that this would be the way that I would feel about football and be forced to like the Eagles, but it turns out I was wrong. From what I have seen, people here could give two shits less about the Eagles. But talk bad about the Phillies and you are likely to get killed with a hail of angry beer bottles. Anyway, it turns out she was going to all of the stores on our street (which is one of the main downtown streets in my town) to get everyone to spend $3.00 for balloons. By the end of the day, the street was lined in red and white, and later that night, the Phillies won.

Another thing that makes this place feel really home-y is the fact that someone, over night, has decorated for fall. I don’t know if it is the township or just some Good Samaritan, but sometime last week, someone put bails of straw, pumpkins and mums along our street, about twice a block for both sides of 6 blocks. Oh, and all of the light posts have hanging flower baskets on them. And we have a farmers market every Saturday and a produce place that has the quality of a Latin American market which I love. I mean, you can get 5 lbs. of bananas for $2.00. Great deal. Though, the problem is, how the hell am I supposed to eat 5 lbs. of bananas in one week? There is also a coffee shop that reminds me of the one I spent most of high school in. And a fantastic bakery that is two doors down from my apartment. And so many privately owned ‘mom-and-pop’ businesses that it astounds me. And, to top it all off, there is an awesome Chinese food place right across the street from where I work where you can order anything off of the menu and get a vegetarian version of it. Boss.

Yes, it is safe to say that I am really starting to enjoy this place.


~ by sisypheanfeat on 16 October, 2008.

2 Responses to “Where I Feel At Home”

  1. I just died a little.
    You used the word “Boss”
    Who are you and what have you done with Zach?

  2. Its all the Philadelphia ghetto language gettin’ to me. Or maybe just watching Juno too many times. I will do better next time, I promise.

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