I am moving to Philadelphia (not on my own will) for my job. Unfortunately I will be commuting to Philadelphia from North Carolina for 63.33% of the month and be sitting on call. On call is short for doing nothing in something called a crashpad*.
If anyone went to Catholic school you would find the definition of ‘crashpad‘ to be similar in nature to what the nuns told you about purgatory.
1: A place or state of suffering inhabited by the souls of sinners who are expiating their sins before going to heaven
2: a place or state of temporary suffering or misery
Those who know me, would say that I can’t sit still. So a year of sitting around a crashpad has me delighted with craft ideas and adventures. I already have a huge list of craft and cooking projects that I want to tackle. We will call this Part Deux, from my many years of sitting on call at the Charlotte Airport.
*Crashpad– a horrible place that is dirty crowded and similar to a hostel. Strange men and women crowd 2-7 people per room and share bunk beds for a nominal cost.