Phreakin Philadelphia

I am in Philadelphia. I want you to understand the depth of that statement. This city is beautiful for it's tall buildings and houses packed tightly into narrow streets. For its allegiance to the coming winter. There is the cold  air and the comfort I feel as the wood stove transforms this little place into nothing less than perfectly cozy. I am content for the first time in a long time.

Cleveland with all of it's worries and inconsistencies is miles and miles away. I left with the security of a sister come to say goodbye and drove in the company of good conversation. I watched the people bustle around me in an airport and felt myself slowing down. With head phones humming I was able to soundtrack my life to the sounds of Sufjan Stevens, Will Straton and even a little Beyonce. It was magical. 

On the plane I thought the way only a person removed can think. There was a hint of emotion as I stared at the things hundreds of miles away. I know what that feels like, to be miles away from something and not know what it will take to be home again. My heart has become confused and broken and tired. 

And then I landed and waited. They came and we hugged and I instantly felt home. It exists so potently in their touch and in their words. I never have to guess, I never have to wait for them to love me fully. They just do. And when the Liston-Avnaims love, they love well. 

I am. So. Happy.

I will continue to write while I am here. Because words feel right and they flow so naturally in Philadelphia.