Below is a link to a map of what I perceive to be my new reality. Due to quarantine, my map of Philadelphia is extremely limited compared to what it used to be. While I want to travel to my usual Philly spots, I limit my use of public transportation including the subway which I used to use frequently so I can help prevent the spread. So now, Philadelphia to me is the walk from my apartment to the invisible walls of campus. For me, Philadelphia is the loud construction cite across from my apartment and the football coach blowing his shrieking whistle at 10am. It’s also the beat up headboard on the basketball court in the community park after years of use and love. Philadelphia is the walk between Anderson and Gladfelter, the two buildings that host my majors. It’s also the taste of Richie’s coffee and Tai’s Vietnamese food’s boba. It’s the sound of the bell tower always chiming a minute before the new hour. Philadelphia is the busy students with their heads buried in books and their clacking laptops at the SAC and Charles Library. It’s the rare sight of the color green in the founder’s garden where students gather to find a minute of quiet in the usually overcrowded and loud walkways. It’s the Cecil B. Moore SEPTA station at the very edge of campus that promises a new adventure one day, just not today. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Wo8tBVOm1h0pC_H_bNS-nIeIhQ7Nm50l/view?usp=sharing
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