The move feels like a marathon. We’ve been here 4 months and we are still getting settled in. I’m sure it’s going to get easier. It just feels endless sometimes. Here are some farewell memories of Oregon and some hello memories of Philadelphia.
Monday, September 2, 2013
We left our sweet home of ten years for an amazing job opportunity in Philadelphia, PA. I’ve daydreamed of raising a family in an urban setting—having the exposure to different cultures, hustling-and-bustling, raising kids to be street smart (what the hell does that mean?), etc. Boy I was wrong. Living in the city just means you have to work harder for everything be it parking, decent education, organic grocery store, etc. And yo, Philly what’s with the attitude?
Milo is very competitive. We are using this to our benefit by asking them to race whether it’s climbing the stairs to our apartment or finishing up their long-drawn-out meal times.
Dominic is feeding them lunch and they race to drink their smoothies.
Milo says to Luca: “I am a fast poke and you are a slow poke.”
*He later brags to me “We were racing drinks but I win first.”