reason to leave...

I couldn't help but to keep staring at the ice cream bowl as I thought of reasons to leave. It was hard not to look at every definition I could add to the description of the ice cream as I tried to define each piece of Oreo (or whatever generic cookie it was) in it. I stared and hoped that I'd be distracted to think of something less important that the matter at hand. The truth is simply this: I struggle with staying in Philadelphia.