“You Don’t Know What You Got ‘Til It’s Gone”
Philadelphia, “Philly”, “The City of Brotherly Love”, the city with “the worst sports fans”, where I spent the first 22 years of my life, the city I love and will forever hold dear in my heart.
When you grow up somewhere and that place is all you know, you don’t ever realize how different the world outside “your world” really is. Back home I grew up with soft pretzels, cheese steaks, Rita’s “wooder” (which is apparently known as water to everyone else) ice, and everyone talking just like me. But after moving to Vegas, I learned that I apparently have an accent. Apparently normal things to me are not as “universal” as I thought.
But now, Vegas is my home and I have learned how much there is to love about living here. I love working at Faiss Foley Warren and the friends I have made, I love how unique this city is, how it’s kind of like it’s own country, how there are so many opportunities this city can offer you, how there is ALWAYS something to do, and I love how Las Vegas is close to absolutely everything whether it is the Grand Canyon, national parks, or even the beach. Las Vegas offers so much more than people give it credit for and I am proud to almost be a local (I heard three years isn’t enough time to be able to call yourself a local yet). Besides all those things, what I love most is that Vegas has taught me how unique back home is, how much I miss it, and how you really “don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone.”
Some back home uniqueness: the Phanatic, Walking around on Sundays in the fall and seeing everyone (including babies and pets) sporting their Eagles gear (note – I am constantly sticking up not only for Philadelphia sports out here, but our fan base as well), WaWa – people knowing and understanding what it is and how phenomenal it is, actually having a really good cheese steak, eating a real soft pretzel – and no Auntie Anne’s is not even close to being the same, going to the Franklin Institute as a kid (best museum ever!), going “down the shore” instead of to the beach, asking someone to go “have a catch” and having them know what that means (people look at you like you have five heads out here when you say that), Rocky, and of course Chickie’s & Pete’s – crab fries, enough said.
Growing up in the same place for so many years, all it made me want to do was get out. I wanted to go explore, see other places in the country, and live somewhere new that was nothing like home. In life they always say to, “enjoy the little things in life…for one day you will look back and realize they were the big things”, and now more than ever I believe it.
Philadelphia, No matter how far I may travel or how far away I go, I don’t think I will truly ever “leave” you and you will always be home.
P.S. – Can’t wait to see you in October!