It is our anniversary. 5 years ago I cascaded into your orbit. I came here with someone else, but it is you who held me close all the while. You are a city nestled between two rivers that became my harbor. Philadelphia, my city of brotherly love, you adopted me as a little sister. Your love has protected me and cradled me, but has also given me tough love- just like a brother should. I love you right back. Philly, you give me space to be myself. You don’t let me get away with BS and don’t mind giving me the finger if I piss you off. You are honest, matter of fact. You don’t clean up when company comes over. You let it all hang out. My darling city, you have your blemishes too. Your bombed out houses, your heartbreaking murder rate, your crumbling industries, your food deserts are areas that have not been brushed aside. There are people in this city who love you as much as I do, and these problems will be addressed. You are as nitty and gritty as they come, and don’t apologize for it. Philly, your streets breed revolution and innovation. From the constitution to the animal cracker. American Bandstand to jawn. Your streets hold these memories which undulate between it’s residences. Your buildings are decorated with art. Your empty lots are turned into urban farms. This is a testament to the love bestowed upon you. Philadelphia, my scrappy city, I have truly fallen under your spell. I hold you in a special place in my heart. Here’s to us!