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January 2, 2018

The 5 Posts I’m Most Proud of from 5 Years of Blogging

Happy New Year! I hope you all had the perfect Eve, followed by the best Day you could have had in the 15 degree weather Philadelphia provided us with. My plans of an Eagles tailgate and spending the entire day at the Mummers Parade were quickly shattered, but I still was v lucky to spend my days surrounded by my best buddies and so many carbohydrates.

As we embrace 2018 and I continue into my 6th year blogging about my little Philadelphia life, I thought I’d share five posts that I, truthfully, am really proud of. There are posts that just poured out onto the page, and others I spent a whole lot of time on. Posts that have sentiments that mean a lot to me, and others that are about pizza. Whether you’re new to Her Philly or have been reading all along, check out why these five posts mean so much to me, and let me know which speaks to you the most.

January 24, 2016

{Having A Moment} Being The Strongest Woman You Can Be

So as you all may know, we Philadelphians got a little bit of snow this weekend. The city was beautiful yesterday, and I spent the majority of my day snuggling in bed in between drinking $5 beer-itas at Black Sheep (247 South 17th Street) and later more delicious margaritas from Amanda at Jet Wine Bar (1525 South Street). It was glorious, I tell ya.

But even before this beautiful Saturday . . . as I parked by car on the street Friday after work . . . I was already dreading it: digging the damn thing back out. I knew (from winters past) if we got any amount of snow, digging my car out for work on Monday would be a straight up struggle. If I’m being honest, I was prepared . . . a few years ago, after using (and literally I am not kidding here) my SWIFFER to clear my car off after a snow storm, I invested in a few necessities like a small shovel and an extended car brush, because, I am 5’2, after all. But that doesn’t mean I wanted to do it.

September 2, 2014

{Having a Moment} Finding Happiness As An Adult

Growing up, in what I would now consider a small-ish town, I had a really lucky life. Whilst I loved my life in the small town that I called home, I knew that I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life here. I don’t know why, but I just knew that staying here isn’t what I was destined to do. I was meant for bigger things. For a while, I had the dream of moving to Atlanta. I had seen many of my friends make the move, and they only had good things to say about the city. With the help of a moving company like https://www.atlantahomemovers.com/, I knew it would be easy for me to pack up my belongings and move into my own home. This got me excited. This is what I wanted to do with my life.

I really admire my friends who live on their own in rented apartments (if you’re looking for one, check https://www.rent.com/florida/miramar-apartments). Leaving your family and embarking on a journey called life could be a difficult endeavor. Even if it wasn’t Atlanta, I loved the idea of being able to move away from this small town, even though it would be quite hard for me to do so. Some good years (I peaked in 6th grade), and some bad ones (10th grade comes to mind), but I was still a very outgoing and friendly human being, so I survived. College brought some more happiness (sophomore year) and some ups & downs (senior year), and then finally graduating with the graduation gown and flying the caps. And, it all ended up with this city.