Thoughts on Home

I'm sitting in my living room with my laptop, working on a fic. Out my window I can see a fireworks display going off to the south/near the river. There's a nice breeze coming in from outside, along with the Latin-fusion music one of my neighbors is playing. In the distance I can hear the muffled booms of the fireworks and an occasional dog bark or police siren.

It's pretty fantastic.

I'll never understand why some people say that don't like the "noise" in a city.

It sounds like a symphony to me.

Philly's a pretty awesome place. I wish my time here didn't have to be limited and/or my next living place weren't so up in the air.

I now return you to your regularly scheduled Saturday night.

ETA: I just took Ari for a walk. We went down a street where some people were apparently having a party. There was a band playing out on the sidewalk. The singer for said band was absolutely atrocious. I mean, really bad. Ari thought so too. I was very glad I couldn't hear that one from my apartment. But the sentiment of this post still stands. ;P