Here is a letter I’m writing to myself to remember what I’ve learned from my short stint in Philadelphia:
1. Philadelphia is actually quite lovely. Especially at night and more especially with friends. It is also a place for nostalgia. You stood under these lights once before (years ago) and bared your soul to someone. Don’t you remember?
2. The tiniest of theaters are the best of theaters. There’s no reason not to give yourself an opportunity to laugh, for a change. Even more so by old friends who you used to watch in comedy shows in the past. College meets present. Your melancholy meets slapstick. All for $15 and 1.5 hours in a crowded space. The money is worth it. The company is priceless.
3. Mustaches can be made – and worn – on any occasion, by any person. Even on a graffiti smiley face. Always remember how long it took you to take this photo. Or rather, how long it took your friends to act serious and wear those ‘staches.
4. Heart-to-hearts with your old friend Sam will never get old. He will continue to give you reasons to make fun of him throughout the ages, this time: the spiffy white coat his mother bought. You’re surprised it doesn’t get dirty.
5. Even though you’ve now been out of school longer than you were in it, these people will always remain near your heart. There’s no breaking a connection like that. They watched you grow up, and you – them.
It may have only been 21 hours. It may have been 12 hours in the car. But it was totally and completely worth it.