I don't know if it was apparent from the way I was writing but for the past few weeks I was pretty depressed (I actually burst into tears last night and wet my brother-in-law's shoulder), I was home sick and wasted my weekends away.
Last night the depression seemed to have reached it's peak (hence the crying) and I forced myself to leave the neighborhood and explore Philadelpiha on my own.
And I did.( Transamerica - there are spoilers here so beware )( Jingoism and Patriotism... Oy vey! )
The city itself gives a great urban impression, I could personally discern the different smells that to me, mean "City". The slight aftertaste of petrol in the air, because the streets are full of cars, the smell of sewage, thank God it wasn't over whelming, other wise getting out of my funk would have been so not worth it, as it happens it merely made walking in Center City all the more enriching, because out here in the suburbs, it's very "clean" almost country like, and since I am overall and urban kind of girl I felt myself walking along and feeling as if I was on Alenbi... sort of, Alenbi isn't THAT dirty, is it, not like Shenkin.
Anyway, I walked along the shops, did some viewing and window shopping and then went into Borders (which is my temple where I worship all the Gods and Goddess' of books) and bought some comic books, which I shall talk about later, since I haven't finished reading them yet.
That is all that happened today, tomorrow I'll be going the Philadelphia Art Museum... yes, the one from Rocky and yes I will hum the theme and jump up and down like a moron.
I liked the movie.