Now that I live in a
slightly more interesting place than St. Mary’s County I’ve had visitors to this beautiful city. I have pretty much used these trips as excuses to do things I’ve been wanting to do but haven’t gotten around to yet.
When my friend from DC visited I used that as an excuse to finally go to Yards Brewing Company to tour the brewery and have a pint [highly recommended, their Brawler is excellent].
When my dad drove up I went to Honey’s Sit N Eat for breakfast, something that had been on my ‘to-do’ list ever since I moved here. A visit to the new Yankee’s stadium was also made- garlic fries were had. Duh.
Jaclyn and I did some wine tasting in the Lehigh Valley and went to a cupcake place literally right around the corner from my apartment that I never even knew existed [!]. It’s called Brown Betty and its amazing. If you’re a DC local- the cupcakes remind me of Baked and Wired because they’re more dense than the usual fluffy cupcake. Still delicious though. That could actually turn dangerous now that Rita’s has officially closed for the season…
I also took her to my guilty pleasure: One Shot Coffee. Its a tad expensive but its so good. The espresso is amazing. ‘Nuff said.
One thing still on my ‘to-do’ list is to explore the local parks here some more. Hopefully I get visitors up here that I can drag to the Poconos or Wissahickon Park before it gets too cold!
To end, a song:
Every morning I take Stella on a walk around my neighborhood. Sometimes I’ll try and switch it up a bit and take her to a park- to let her run free.
Recently I’ve been adding in some running because home girl has enough energy for the both of us. Since running on city blocks isn’t exactly my idea of fun- we’ve been going to Columbus Blvd. and running along the water. It’s not a bad view. In order to proove Philadelphia really is a beautiful city, I brought my iPhone on our run/walk earlier this week.
So, I know I’m a little behind on this one, but has anyone been watching Veep on HBO? I’m digging it. I also find myself cussing more after watching the first 5 episodes in two days…they drop the f-bomb like no other.
An awesome blog concept– who doesn’t love sandwiches?
Uh oh- this could be dangerous for me
I think this would be a great gift for anyone, anytime [assuming you’re 21+, of course]
Mmm, this too!
And now, in honor of my move, a little Philly edition- as it turns out, Philadelphia has been breeding some pretty awesome shops/activites:
Just bought my ticket for this music festival!! Lolla 2011 repeat?
Can’t wait to pay this brewery a little visit
And here’s a song to jazz up your weekend
Things are about to get interesting around here: next week is my last week of working full-time in St. Mary’s County, then I’m moving to Philadelphia [!] where I’m sub-letting my friend’s apartment for a month before I move into my OWN apartment for a one-year lease.
Holy crap. I’m becoming an adult.
No more using dad’s debit card [whose number I have memorized. so sad] to buy groceries.
No more getting my meals paid for anytime we go out to eat. Alcohol included.
No more paying $200 for rent every month.
Life is about to get REAL. As reflected in my first post on the blog just over a year ago- I was a little bitter about my life situation. I was living at home, working on the same Naval base where I took a random summer job right before college. Heck, I was even sleeping in the same bedroom that I grew up in. It was pretty hard not to feel like I was rushing out the door to catch the bus to school every morning when I left for work and my parents called out for me to “have a good day!”.
But it grew on me. This tiny little town in Southern Maryland. I started to realize it was actually pretty cool, and there were a lot of interesting people hanging around here. Sure, being over 21 helped significantly, but I was also just enjoying living here in general. I could go on 10 mile runs along the water on St. George’s Island, and do a 25 mile bike ride in the company of farms and cows without fearing cars would end my life. I could buy fresh produce from one of many Amish food stands [or a pie if I felt so inclined]. I could pick my own strawberries and apples. I could go kayaking 5 miles from my house!
And I liked it.
I discovered that my parents are actually pretty cool people. Sure, they have their quirks, but the more I hung out with them- the more I realized I had the same quirks [verdict is still out as to whether or not thats a good thing]. I found out my mom has a nose for good wine and food and she is always down for a casual wine tasting. She has an amazing camera collection that I could certainly learn a thing or two from. I learned its not too difficult to convince my dad to go hiking with me, and that I can learn a lot about life from him. [Thanks for the roth IRA lesson by the way]
I could drive up to my grandparent’s house and cook them dinner and dessert, and make them the happiest people alive. I could also snag some herb plants and numerous vegetables from their farm as parting gifts, which is always a bonus.
Not to mention- oh hello money saving! Working a full-time job while only paying minimal rent and a phone bill every month [even with my loan payments tucked in there] allowed me some serious financial freedom. I flew to visit my sister twice, I did a road trip across the country, and I freaking went to Peru! Not bad.
Despite all these amazing things- it was time for a change. No matter how much St. Mary’s was growing on me, I still need to do a bit of growing up myself. So I decided to move. Plus, I really wanted a dog, and my dad’s strict “no dog” policy was pretty limiting.
Philadelphia was an easy choice for me: I have several close friends living there, it has a lot of job openings in my field, its relatively close to home- no plane ride needed, plus- I just enjoy the city. I like a city that’s a bit rough around the edges. Like San Francisco and Baltimore. It adds character 🙂
So there we have it: I’m trying to grow up. Only time will tell if it actually works.
Now if you’ll excuse me- I’m going to go spend countless hours on petfinder.com