Bossy’s favorite place she ever lived is behind her elbow, and it’s the high rise where she grew up — the one on the right on the 19th floor — in Philadelphia.
Maybe you can move back there once your nest is empty. Look – I just made you cry! Sorry! But really, I think we’re drawn to the places where we were happiest – and sometimes our subconscious fights to get back there. I did it! I moved away as a girl from 2 miles from where I sit, then as an adult moved back, then moved away (4,000 miles away), and am now sitting back here in Tennessee.
I got way too philosophical this morning. I think it’s because I gave up facebook.
How cool. Though I knew you grew up in Philly, in the actual city (as opposed to the ‘burbs), I did not know you grew up in a high-rise. I just imagined a brick rowhouse on Pine or something. I can’t think of anyone else I know who grew up in a high-rise. I find it … intriguing.
You are the only person I know who grew up on the 19th floor of anything. Not that I actually know you, but you get my drift.
Ever gone up to see who lives in your flat now?
Every time you write about this place my ears perk up (because I read with my earlobes) — because I have the same longing love for a place I spent 10 yrs and I am intrigued with the concept Chrissy mentions above. Places keep little pieces of our soul I am convinced of this.
Chrissy says
September 17, 2010 at 8:21 amMaybe you can move back there once your nest is empty. Look – I just made you cry! Sorry! But really, I think we’re drawn to the places where we were happiest – and sometimes our subconscious fights to get back there. I did it! I moved away as a girl from 2 miles from where I sit, then as an adult moved back, then moved away (4,000 miles away), and am now sitting back here in Tennessee.
I got way too philosophical this morning. I think it’s because I gave up facebook.
Local LIT says
September 17, 2010 at 9:59 amHow cool. Though I knew you grew up in Philly, in the actual city (as opposed to the ‘burbs), I did not know you grew up in a high-rise. I just imagined a brick rowhouse on Pine or something. I can’t think of anyone else I know who grew up in a high-rise. I find it … intriguing.
Lovelyn says
September 17, 2010 at 10:04 amThere’s something about this photo that I really really like.
vuboq says
September 17, 2010 at 12:08 pmI love you how you photoshopped this picture. It looks so much better 🙂
Reeb says
September 17, 2010 at 1:32 pmYou are the only person I know who grew up on the 19th floor of anything. Not that I actually know you, but you get my drift.
Ever gone up to see who lives in your flat now?
Cupcake Murphy says
September 17, 2010 at 10:04 pmEvery time you write about this place my ears perk up (because I read with my earlobes) — because I have the same longing love for a place I spent 10 yrs and I am intrigued with the concept Chrissy mentions above. Places keep little pieces of our soul I am convinced of this.