I moved to Philadelphia in August 2015 for work. I am over six months in and I still haven't made too many. This would be a horror in my younger life, now it is nice.
Friday night I went to a bar with my sister and her friend. There was some sort of an event. People weren't talking and I was ok with that. We made a game of taking the free stickers off the tables and putting them on people when they weren't paying attention. It was a skilled level of confidence and not getting caught. The game continued throughout the night. I eventually parted ways and went down to the subway. I walked home kinda drunk and lonely, but I was ok. My neighborhood had a smell of life, and people talking on the streets have become comfort to my ears. It makes me feel not alone. It makes me feel like I am always part of something more.
Saturday my roommate asked for a roommate day. We spent the whole day together. Ikea, to Target, to food shopping and laughing cause we both live on small budgets. It is ok because we both understand what each goes through. We found a coffee shop and sat down and talked. I took photos for her professional pages.
Solo Sunday came around. I needed, I wanted to leave my apartment. Nothing negative, I just needed to walk. I have been slacking on running and walking is a healthy way to keep active. I walked five miles up, around, and back. I needed something and treated myself to an iced coffee and continued home. I walked about 15 miles and wouldn't change it. My phone was on silent and my iPod was put away. I was living in this city and I was being part of this city.
I know I haven't accomplished what I have set out to do yet. I am ok with it. Things take time. Right now I am happy getting there.