We left on December 28 and got into town on the 30th. The ride up was long, but fairly uneventful. Dylan was so good! And he was rewarded handsomely! We stopped at Arby's to eat once and I let Dylan out to walk around a bit, and he found an entire discarded Arby's roast beef sandwich! Jackpot! He scarfed it down in about three seconds.
When I first moved, to Philly, I lived with Krista and Carolyn, who were friends and old roommates of Alison. I had met them before. In fact, the three of us had been bridesmaids in Alison's wedding.
Even though I lived with other people, I spent a long time feeling really alone. I didn't have a job for the first month I was there, so I stayed home in my cold, dark, third-floor room, tried to look for a job and do cover letters, and worried about money and how to pay for a wedding. I missed my friends and my church. And things that felt familiar.
My bedroom was a decent size, but it was on the third floor, so half of the room had a slanted roof, so I spent a lot of time stooped over, trying not to hit my head. It got bitterly cold. Most of my things were still in storage. And like I said, the room was dark. There was just a small lamp on the wall but it wasn't very bright. I also had a table lamp and Jeff loaned me a stage light that he had.
I finally got a job as a business manager at an arboretum. The pay was disappointing, but it was better than no pay, which had been my salary since August when I quit my job to go to seminary. (Wow, life sure did change fast!)
Through it all, Jeff was loving and encouraging, but things were changing so much for both of us so quickly that it was hard to adjust. Mostly, I was just ready to be married already.
Here is a picture of the house I lived in when I first moved to Philly.
There are three basic types of houses in Philly: singles, twins and rows. This is a twin, two homes within one building (what we called a duplex in Texas.) We lived in the right house. As opposed to left, rather than wrong.
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