the city i fell in love with..
I hated Philly for my first two months there. It was too drab..too dirty and it wasn’t home. But as everything, that changed.. I relaxed ..we got acquainted with each other..became friends and then, it became my home town.
Surprisingly in my mind, Philly is my home town. The city I grew up in will always be home. A place where I want to return to and grow old and grey. But it is like mom..who spoils you..covers your mistakes and hugs you when you throw a tantrum. Philly to me, is like dad..who scolds you, disciplines you and prods you to grow up. It was the place where I experienced the elation of a first paycheck. The first time I walked in a bank and opened an account on my own name..a place where I saw a friend mugged for $10 and his bloody face.. where I learnt that being alone and being lonely are two very different ideas..where I fell in love…where I grew up from a spoilt brat of a girl to a woman.