The first and only time I went to the Philadelphia Museum was to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit on display. I went with my boyfriend at the time, my sister and her now husband.
I recall being excited to just be there, given the headache it was to convince my significant other to come with me. Because according to him at the time, he “[Didn’t] like art”.
By this time, I was very familiar with all local museums and was ecstatic about having the opportunity to visit an unknown museum out of state. But more than that, it was an opportunity to share something I loved with the special person in my life. This was a hard lesson learned.
I remember being excited about climbing the steps that Rocky did, remember thoroughly enjoying the exhibit, remembering being surprised at the size and detail of Kahlo’s My Dress Hangs There, and enjoying a classic cheesesteak from Philly’s famous Four Corners.
But I also remember my boyfriend complaining the whole time and the argument in the back seat on the ride back. Needless to say, this was the beginning of the end. Sometimes experiences bring you closer, and sometimes they pull you apart. This particular experience taught me that not everyone that comes into your life is meant to stay. Not everyone that you want to grow with, wants to grow with you, and that’s ok. It was a good life lesson and I’m grateful for the experience and the person that taught it to me (you know who you are). Thank you Philly, you’re too kind.