it's more than a cheesesteak

As I sit here, at The Last Drop, in Philadelphia, a sense of calm sort of reverberates off of me- for this city feels so comfortable to me (like that uber soft tshirt you've had for way too many years). Breakfast at my favorite spot, the pour house, where the the same waiter as last time brings my turkey bacon to the little round table. I walked past both of the philadelphia apartments I lived in- sort of dreamily gazing for a few moments outside of each. The streets all make sense, and I know just how long it will take me to walk across town. This city evokes a sense of calm in me, and I think it always will. Philadelphia is home.