Welcome everyone! This is, quite obviously, my very first blog. It is dedicated to my husband, family and community, who are the reason for my (mis)adventures across the country. You may be asking yourself, self, why should I care about some crazy girl's life of moving across this great nation of ours. I have no good answer for you except to say that I could not have written any fiction stranger than where my life has taken me and how it has turned out.
At the age of 33, I have lived most of my adult life moving from state to state. There has been a tremendous learning curve that took me, 2-3 years to figure out. Which, by the way, was just enough time to get comfortable before we pulled up stakes for yet another cross country move!
I'll start at the beginning. Who is this Philly girl? Jessy P. is my name. Born and Raised in the far Northeast of Philadelphia, PA. I had always thought I would spend my life in the city I loved surrounded by friends and family. Most everyone I grew up with still lives within a 45 minute drive of our beloved Philly, but not me!
After meeting and marrying my husband (of presently 7 years) we made the first move to Wildwood, New Jersey. Admittedly, a 2 hour drive isn't far, but I wasn't remotely ready for the culture shock! I grew up in nearly suburban bliss, a mere 30 minute drive into the city, but still I thought of myself as a sophisticate. Moving to Wildwood was like moving to the other side of the moon.
First of all, the entire island, at that time, shut down between the months of December and March. When I say shut down, I mean NO ONE IT THERE!!! My husband, David, has told me stories of laying down in the middle of the main street in the middle of winter and not having to move for 10 minutes. No cars and very few people in a resort town that thrives in the summer months. I didn't believe it could possibly be that bad. I realize now that I was living in denile.
I feel that this episode deserves a deeper explaination. One that shows the positives as well as the negatives of suddenly moving from an urban metropolis to a town so small, you can walk across it in under two hours. Further details await in my next posting. I shall continue to tell one and all about how this Philly girl got to New Orleans, LA and the myriad of stops along the way. I hope to make you laugh and enlighten my readers about the similarities that exist amongst all of us throughout this great nation of ours. For now, good night and try to think of one happy moment you've had in your town today.
How a Philly girl made it to The Big Easy and the adventures along the way!
