The cafe is somewhere near the Philadelphia Art Museum. I knew not because I saw the iconic ionic columns on the way over but because I saw the location on my Google Maps app. After a skating a short distance, I found myself stopping in a quaint corner shop. The greyish column located immediately outside […]Read more "the lucky goat coffee house"
I rode the train to a peak called Jungfraujoch: The Top of Europe. I thought I heard a wave of wind chimes. In actuality, we were passing by a couple of cows. They were, evidently, wearing cowbells. At first, I didn’t quite believe my eyes and ears. I never thought I would see cowbells outside of […]Read more "white, the color of snow"
It is easy to list “world traveler” as a descriptor on an Instagram bio next to “avocado enthusiast,” “recovering coffee addict,” and “Netflix aficionado.” Unfortunately, it is not always easy to purchase an $800 plane ticket to Reykjavik. While it would be ideal for all hobbies to be accessible to anyone who had an interest, […]Read more "“traveling the world” is not a hobby"
The dark roast costs two dollars exactly. Located around Independence Hall, I took Septa Route 44 to 5th Street before skating a short distance small enclosure where “chill vibes” supposedly exist. I had forgotten to pull the string for my stop, but I ended up without needing to because it was the last stop. […]Read more "menagerie coffee"
The first thing I noticed about Elixr was the number of people. Clearly, it’s a popular coffee shop, especially among the independent stores. Located a short walk from Dilworth Park, I am not surprised. It is, quite literally, within the centermost districts of Philadelphia. I had heard of it even before I developed an interest […]Read more "elixr coffee"
Maybe it was when I was seven, when I realized that age meant slowly inching towards a gloomier and emptier perception of the world. Maybe it was when I was 12, when I first realized that I had not accomplished anywhere close to what I had wanted to accomplish. Or maybe it was 15, when […]Read more "when did i start to dislike my birthdays?"
I felt a sharp splatter of water on my neck. Followed by another. I suppose I wasn’t surprised. The sky had been cloudy ever since I had taken my first breath of colonial air after I had left the airplane on the train. I briefly looked around for some shelter before settling on a nearby […]Read more "cigarettes in the rain"