Philadelphia, the city where land of the free and home of the brave took shape and became a reality; Philadelphia, the city where the words life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness were written down for the first time. Philadelphia, the city where I first learned to be independent is now where I am slowly but surely regaining my own personal independence. There were days I truly didn’t think I’d make it to this point.
I spent Friday out and about in Center City riding the Phlash bus hopping off and on taking photos here, there and everywhere. The Phlash bus was the best $8.50 I’ve ever spent, it will take you pretty much river to river all day for one flat fee. In the morning I ventured down to Old City to take pictures of historic places, in the afternoon I made my way back to the heart of Center City for noon mass at the cathedral and lunch with Mr. Soapy before heading west to the Art Museum.
I spent the day doing the things that I love most, taking pictures, going to mass at the cathedral, having lunch with the hubs, being out and about and making my own way. I feel like myself, I can feel my independence returning, I can feel my personality returning. I feel shiny again. I walked into that ER 20 months and 2 days ago and it took until a few weeks into physical therapy for the real me to wake up. For the first time in almost 2 years I feel strong and alive. Glory be to God. Thank you all for your prayers, you brought me here. I’m grateful. I love you all. ♥