I moved to Philly when I was 23, and stayed there until I was 31. Lately I’ve been feeling terribly homesick for the city, so I dug up a few photos from my last trip home.
This is the doorway to my old apartment on South Street. I used to think it was so cool to have this as an entrance.
I would have starved to death three times over in my 20’s if I didn’t have this hot dog cart on the corner to go to with my scrounged change.
I really did like riding the subway. That blue line? That’s the El. It was my route for a year.
I used to spend hours at this coffee shop. Some of my best blogging happened there.
Which reminds me: Anybody reading this blog thinking of attending Bloggy Boot Camp in Philly? I’ve been considering going. Any excuse to spend a couple days eating cheesesteaks and good bagels.