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![]() ![]() Name: Jennifer Pocius Davis Profiles: Jennifer Pocius Davis“It wasn’t until I met my husband, an NEPA native and local business owner at the time, that returning to Scranton entered into my mind. Upon graduation from Scranton Central High School in the early 90's, I left Scranton for college in Philadelphia. The city energizes me! Though I always enjoyed coming back for holidays and the occasional weekend, I never saw myself returning to Scranton to live. After college, I lived in Boston for a year, and then went back to the University of Pennsylvania to earn my master's degree in architecture. Like many young architects, I felt living in New York City was a rite of passage and moved there after graduate school. In Manhattan, I shared a 400 square foot apartment with a roommate. We built two walls to carve a second bedroom out of the living room. One wintry night in February, nearly a decade after I had first left Northeast PA, I met my now-husband at a fundraiser in Scranton. We spent several months back and forth between NYC and Scranton; he got to know the Lincoln Tunnel too well and I spent many Friday nights on a Martz bus. It made more sense for us to be in the same place, and I decided to move back. The lease on my apartment in Manhattan expired August 31, 2001, just a little more than a week before the terrorist attacks. Now, as a family with two young children, I can’t stress the importance of the support network of family - grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins - and friends that we have here in Scranton. Our kids get the benefit of spending time with lots of people who love them, and my husband and I get an occasional night out on the town! Scranton is in many ways the same as when I was a kid, friendly with a strong sense of identity and community. Those intangibles are hard to come by in a city like New York or Philly. When I first moved back, it took me a few weeks to get back into the habit of saying “good morning” as I passed someone on the sidewalk on my way to work. I missed having a Starbucks on almost every corner, but soon Scranton had its own coffee shops, owned and run by locals. Change in Scranton happens incrementally. But because of that, everyone here has a chance to shape our businesses, neighborhoods and city.” |
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