an update to an absent year.
It's funny how time manages to just drift away. I think I may have forgotten how to write in that year of absence. But I suppose it's like riding a bicycle - you never really forget how it's done.
So, I'm still here in sunny Philadelphia. I've moved out into the far reaches of Kensington...and not the "nice" part of Kensington either. I mean, it is nice for what it is. The house is rather pleasant with a cute front yard and a huge back yard, and the neighbors are friendly. The reputation of the neighbor is the only thing that is not so nice. When I tell people where I live, they always give me that look, which usually consists of wide eyes, raised eyebrows and tight lips...and then I have to explain that "it's not as bad as people make it out to be." But I will admit that late at night when I'm unlocking my front door, I almost always look over my shoulder...you know, just to make sure I shut the front gate.
It's nice though. I get to rent an entire house for less than my previous one-bedroom apartment. And I'm closer to my workshop. Yes, I have a workshop in an old textile factory. In this workshop, I print things with old letterpress machinery.
You know how I was always looking for that "thing?" Yeah, well, I think I may have found it. I like to print things the old-fashioned way. It's not to say that my entrepreneurial endeavor is the one and only "thing" that makes my life fulfilling - in fact, I think there are more things that have yet to cross my path.
So, I'm still here in sunny Philadelphia. I've moved out into the far reaches of Kensington...and not the "nice" part of Kensington either. I mean, it is nice for what it is. The house is rather pleasant with a cute front yard and a huge back yard, and the neighbors are friendly. The reputation of the neighbor is the only thing that is not so nice. When I tell people where I live, they always give me that look, which usually consists of wide eyes, raised eyebrows and tight lips...and then I have to explain that "it's not as bad as people make it out to be." But I will admit that late at night when I'm unlocking my front door, I almost always look over my shoulder...you know, just to make sure I shut the front gate.
It's nice though. I get to rent an entire house for less than my previous one-bedroom apartment. And I'm closer to my workshop. Yes, I have a workshop in an old textile factory. In this workshop, I print things with old letterpress machinery.
You know how I was always looking for that "thing?" Yeah, well, I think I may have found it. I like to print things the old-fashioned way. It's not to say that my entrepreneurial endeavor is the one and only "thing" that makes my life fulfilling - in fact, I think there are more things that have yet to cross my path.
