oh, how lovely Fridays are. I love when Friday afternoon hits, you have the entire weekend to look forward to. Weekends are like freedom from the structure of the week. They mean pancakes for breakfast or coffee in an actual mug; They mean movies past midnight or time out with friends. The start of my freedom Friday didn't turn out quite so magical. Chad had driven me to work because I was going to meet him in West Chester later that night, so I had planned on taking the train out there. The train is absolutely glorious on a Friday, the conductor drives you past all the red lights and traffic jams. People watching is in full force as they try to squeeze everything they own onto their laps and jam their bodies in between two strangers, just to get a seat. One little set back of the train is that it actually follows a schedule. It doesn't wait for people who are running, out of breath and stuck behind a wall of people, who apparently are NOT attempting to make it to West Chester that evening. Hence, I missed the train by 30 measly seconds. Annoyed and frustrated I looked at the next train schedule, only to find that the next train wasn't meandering through this neck of the woods for another hour. I decided, at that moment, home seemed much better than the wait. I called Chad to let him know I wasn't going to be able to make it.
Since I wasn't planning on this, I had no car to get me home. Luckily we live in the city, where cabs are easily accessible with just one lift of an arm. About to hop in a cab, I realized I had no cash (which i have come to find out they take cards, good to note). I finally found an ATM, withdrew cash, and as it was spitting the money out at me, I realized, I don't want to spend this on getting home. My stubborn, money conscience self decided to just walk. HOME. Across the city. It was a long walk in my paper thin scrub pants. In the time it took for Chad to drive from West Chester to Philly I walked from CHOP to about 3 blocks from home. Which, ended up being a good thing, since I had no house keys.
He picked me up on the side of the road and we began the, slightly delayed, Friday night freedom. We ventured a few blocks and had dinner in a tiny little greek place, that we ended up loving, called Dimitri's.
Its a little ridiculous how frustrated I can get when something doesn't go as planned. How my mind gets stuck on how I believe it should have happened. On my walk home, I got to soak Philly in. I got to think. I got to have time, alone, in peace and look at the architecture of the buildings. I got to cool off and realize that most of the things I get frustrated about, can be fixed, and what an amazing thing that is. Turns out that my frustrating afternoon of missing the train, not having any cash, or car, or house keys, met me with an unexpected, and always enjoyable, date night with the man of my dreams.
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