I visited my sixth state yesterday, Pennsylvania (‘the woods belonging to Admiral Penn’: still a very British name but at least better than just prepending one’s place of birth with ‘New’), and it was unfortunately the most disappointing of the lot so far.
In defence of PA, my other visits have been centred around Christmas Day (North Carolina); Christmas Day (New Jersey); theme parks (Florida); a wonderfully geeky Microsoft tech conference (Washington); and coming to live in the best city in the world (woooooo.) My trip to PA, on the other hand, was to talk to people about work and try and convince them to give us funding so I can get a full-time job. Not quite as sexy.
It also doesn’t help that Philadelphia – at leas the part I visited – is strongly reminiscent of the impression of Baltimore that I’ve gleaned from The Wire. Although I did quite like that the buildings which didn’t look like they’d just been liberated by a USAF bombing run were covered with artwork and murals:
I can see why Will Smith’s mother insisted he move out.