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Ode to my beloved P-Town

So many, many people have told me how excited they are to peace-out of P-town
And after Eight years here I still can't understand them.


Here, people paint their rendition of StarryNight above their doorways,
they leave you carved cucumbers on your doorstep,
and sidewalks range from two feet wide to six feet wide and back again
in a matter of paces...
...and you might just find an inspirational quote, or a mural of Harry potter, chalked on one of those sidewalk spots.



Here, there's cookies-and-cream milk, mint fudge brownies, and caramel praline fudge
tastier than anywhere else.

Here, there's always, always, always young love
and it makes me warm and mushy inside
in a way that makes me starry-eyed for my husband
all over again.


Here, you can work four jobs in four years of your undergrad
and come out wiser and happier and more of a good human
because of the people you worked with
and the things you learned.





Here, you meet a random assortment of roommates when you're 18 that become your friends for life. Not to mention everyone else you meet and come to love along that college journey.



Here, there's musicals and improv comedy and football games and ice skating and duck ponds and blue-pancake-5k's.

Here, people walk around in footie pajamas, or a magic the gathering hoodie with camo pants, take your pick.

Here, people learn and learn and learn and opt to learn some more, and return after years away because they couldn't keep from the learning.

Here, a house could have six front doors, because a 1960's rambler was turned into many miniature apartments. In an effort to locate where your friends live, you'll make friends with five others by accident.

Here, here is home away from home for millions of people who came to study to become a beautician or get a degree from the universities or work their way through PA school, or a number of other learning institutions.


Here, thousands of individuals talk of Christ, preach of Christ, teach of Christ, rejoice in Christ.


And more than anything, P-town, to me, is home, my home, for eight years and counting, and I'll love it for always and ever.




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