Yesterday I took in one last movie, one last gelato, and one last browse at my excellent neighborhood used bookstore (where I said goodbye to Holly the bookstore cat). This morning the movers arrived; they're already on their way to Connecticut. The apartment is mostly clean and echoingly empty. This evening I'm heading up to New London by train, where I'll have a few days to settle in before starting my new job next Monday. Right now I'm eating lunch at Mugshots, which I'll definitely miss having right around the corner. All in all, I can't think of many better ways to say goodbye to my neighborhood.
Tomorrow I'll start getting to know a brand-new neighborhood. But maybe someday, if I ever come back to live in Philadelphia again, I'll return to this same part of town. I chose well when I decided to move here, and I'll miss it.
(This post would probably be more scintillating if I'd had more than four hours of sleep last night. Why is it that there are always more boxes to finish packing than you think there are?)