The Beginning of Endings

My program is coming to a close, as this week marks the end of my service with Philly Health Corps. 
Weird changes, bittersweet feelings. 
I'm going to stay in Philly for a little longer. I am intrigued by the spirit of this city. 

 Things I thought were worth talking about at my last day at the health center: 
1) I missed my surprise party. What can I say? I didn't know about it... 
2) I learned about this fabulous artist Fred Tomaselli. 
3) There are cucumbers growing on the roof top garden! 

 I really want to expand, but my eyes feel heavy. 

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