Attn. Brooklyn-To-Philly Transplants: We Have A Wager Going On How Many Of You Are Going To Move To Lancaster PA In A Few Years
We can feel it coming: You’ve completely dominated East Passyunk, you spent all fall pickling things, and even when you go to parties to interject things about how much this isn’t like New York, it just feels like an empty gesture. We know, we know: You want to get back to the land. You won’t fucking shut up about it. But see, this? This is something we’ve actually seen before: Every few years, a group of we-cringe-to-call-them-hipsters decide that Lancaster, PA, or Jim Thorpe, PA, or some other place in PA from the set of Witness is really gonna be the next thing. (The next thing always being, of course, the thing that nobody else is doing until everybody else is doing it.) And then we never see them again. We don’t know what happens to them, but we have a feeling that they wind up back in New York, and cycle begins anew. Hakuna matata! And, well, here’s the thing: We just saw this Fig magazine out of Lancaster, and even though it’s totally servicey — think Martha Stewart meets Philly Style — we feel another of wave of Lancaster-ing coming on. Hell, we might even go with you. So go. Do your thing. Fly into the mystery. That money you see on the table? That’s nothing. We’re just watching you. Don’t be freaked out. It’s just a numbers game. It’s something for the people left behind.