Next big move

Well, it looks like for the time being this blog will be quarterly rather than monthly, or even weekly as I had anticipated.
I travel to Philly in less than three weeks and the memoir is not quite as far along as I had hoped. Okay, I must admit that last sentence is a gross understatement. Truthfully, I’ve hardly written anything at all.
But with my trip approaching I have reminisced** on my time in Philly and my transition back to Kansas. My year in Philadelphia was the first time I’d lived more than on hour from home and the first time I’d ever lived in an urban environment. During that year, I often felt like Rhoda from the Mary Tyler Moore show when she first moved to New York to start a show of her own.
After I left Philadelphia I knew I wanted to live in the city after I finished college, I only had one year left at that point. I envisioned my self living in house full of hipsters, of course at the time I was unfamiliar with the term hipsters. But linguistics aside, I saw myself in an urban area surrounded by artsy like minded people who wanted to make a difference in the community.
Well, life does not always go according to plans. After college funds were low and I ended up living in a duplex in Olathe surrounded by introverts who liked Thomas Kinkade. This was not the optimal environment for an idealist progressive but I tried to make due.
That first year after college was rough. I did not make enough money to live on my own, I had serious health issues before my employer-based insurance kicked in and GW was still president.
After the lease expired in what I now refer to as the Duplex of Doom. I got a second job and found a lovely, quaint place in Midtown with affordable rent. I connected with some awesome friends, learned how to karaoke and swore off roommates all together.
Well, the time has come for me to renig on my anti-roommate policy. In June I will give up my home sweet home to move in with that special someone. I will no longer live in the city, with the ghetto just a few minutes away, and hipsters on either side of me. Actually, I moving to Lawrence, so the hipsters on either side of me will likely remain. And so will my passion for community involvement.
In many ways it seems like a chapter in my life will end when I move to Lawrence. And you could say a chapter ended when I moved back from Philly.
But I don’t think chapters in life end as much as they blend into one another. Look forward to more blogs from me as my narrative extends back to the awesomest side of the state line.

**Andy Marso’s recent blog post also inspired my reminiscing. (http://andymarso.blogspot.com)