Moving to Philadelphia was never planned.
Sometimes you just have to do something to get yourself unstuck from whatever rut you're living in. For other people it could be a simple change of pace. Maybe a new book to read or an expensive dinner, but I am not that simple.
While looking for new work as my current workflow began to trickle to a halt, one of my best friends mentioned that his roommate was moving out so they had a room open. I had considered moving to Philly before, and applied for a few jobs to no avail, but I always thought I should have a steady job before living somewhere.
That's what normal people do: get a job in new city, move to new city, rinse, repeat.
I did not get a job. I had a meager savings that could (and is) providing me with some type of fall back while setting myself up here while looking for work. I also gave myself a strict time frame: two weeks of job hunting in my field, then I open up the floodgates in order to survive.
So two weeks have passed, and I'm now wading through the proverbial flood of jobs. It sucks, but I made this decision and I'm happy I did.
A year ago I would've never done this.
Five years ago I would've never even considered doing this.
And now I'm living in a low rent college apartment in a city with no car for the first time in my life. I could be less comfortable, but I'll take what I can get.
Yes you read that right, I'm somewhat disappointed that I'm not uncomfortable. This is because I firmly believe that nothing good happens when your'e comfortable. In fact after I flew here on the most turbulent flight I had ever been on stuck next to a vomiting teenager, that exact phrase was the first thing in my Instagram feed when I landed.
It kind of set the stage for the next four months here. The need to make it truly on my own for the first time. Will it work? I'm hopeful, I know I can, but ultimately we'll see what happens by the time my 24th birthday rolls around. Funny how it works out like that. Last year I told myself that I can't be in the same spot this time next year, and I guess that I'll be able to keep that promise.
But I'm rambling now, so I'll finish up with a new promise. One to myself and whoever decides to listen (which I can't thank you enough for).
I promise to do more, even when I think I can't.