I started working at my current place of employment on April 14th, 2003 but I am pretty sure I moved to Philly the week before that (just to get a sense of the place. I hadn't been to Philadelphia more than twice before I picked everything up and moved here).
When I first moved from NYC to Philly I figured I'd be here for a couple of years and then move back to New York. That idea solidified when Elisa and I broke up, since she was the major reason I left my beloved Yonkers in the first place. Five years later and here I am. Why? A funny thing happened along the way: I started liking Philadelphia.
On occasion I would sally forth to NYC, and I couldn't wait to get back to Philly. What the heck was going on? I'm a New Yorker, damn it, I didn't want to like Philadelphia! Try as I might, Philadelphia grew on me.
Philadelphia is my home, and I can't imagine living anywhere else. My fantastic girlfriend lives here (and I live with her, so that makes it nice), lots of my friends are here, and most of my stuff is here!
I am willing to wager that 5 years from now I'll be writing a '10 years in Philadelphia' post. I can't wait.