Whoever said "life is like a moving target" was dead wrong.
Philadelphia is wonderful. I love it here. I would like to stay here forever. The people are wonderful, I love the city, the subway, the shops, the events.
My housemates are three of the most exciting and entertaining people I have ever met. And I got super lucky in living with them, because our living situation has been one of those you see on tv and laugh about while secretly praying to God you never encounter.
Day One: No Furniture
Day Two: No Furniture
Day Three: No Furniture
Day Four: No Furniture
Day Five: No Furniture
Day Six: FURNITURE. And flooding
Day Seven: Flooding = Wet Carpet
Day Eight: Sill Wet Carpet
Day Nine: Wet, Slightly Sticky Carpet
Day Ten: Clean, Wet Carpet....and MOLD
Day Eleven-Three Days Ago: Damp Carpet and Growing Mold
Three Days Ago Until Present: No Mold, and NO CARPET
I feel as though I've been driving the Struggle Bus since we moved in.
But there have been some GLORIOUS laughs, and I love it here. I could tell you all the funny things that have happened between my housemates and I, but frankly I don't remember most of them, and those that I do you probably wouldn't find funny.
Life is more like mold. Hard to detect and once you find it, hard to determine what to do about it. But my guess is a moving target causes a few more grimaces than mold.
