I’m having a good time in Philly. The training has been really good. The class is a bit of a review, but there have been some really good basics that I needed to get. The class I have in three weeks will be the really good stuff.

Last night, I met up with my friend Casey. I haven’t seen him in well over a year. We were reminiscing about the good old days when I lived here. Oh, the stories we were telling. I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.

My class in three weeks just might bring me back here. I’ve got some mixed feelings about that. Part of me thinks the training company is completely misleading in how they operate. Part of me is glad to get out of Boston for a few days.

I’ve had this bug in the back of my head the past few days telling me that I should move back here. I’m not doing anything in the immediate future. This is what I told my friend Tatjana:

It’s giving me some thinking to do. The only thing really keeping me in Boston right now is my job. I don’t have that many friends in Boston. I have a few, and the ones I have are good ones.

The job market in Philly is pretty good for me, about the same as it is in Boston. Granted, I can’t get my job in Philly. But I’m also in a position to be able to choose carefully when I decide to go. I’m not going to just have to take the first thing that comes along just to pay the bills.

I like the idea of being much closer to my parents (while still being a respectable distance) but I don’t like the idea of moving far away from Reggie’s second home (ie Beth and Paul’s).

I do know this: There is much to consider and making a half-assed decision isn’t going to happen. I need to make my decisions carefully.

I just got an e-mail from the training coordinator from the company where I’m doing this week’s training class. My second class, scheduled for three weeks, has one student enrolled for Boston, me. There is a chance I will be coming back to Philly. This doesn’t exactly suck.

This is a moblog entry.

I forgot how much I liked this city. And I forgot the phenomenon known as water ice. To the rest of the world outside of eastern PA, that’s basically an Italian ice/slush thing. There aren’t many Rita’s Italian Ice stores in New England. That’s on the agenda for tonight. I know there is one on South Street.

I’m going to move back here some day. That would make my parents happier since I’d only be five hours away instead of nine. When I talked to my mom last night, she told me that she’d pugsit if I lived closer. That’s still a bit far, but it’d be a little bit closer.

I made it to Philly without incident. The woman who sat next to me from New Haven to Philly was very nice. She was showing me her soduko puzzles. I’m tempted to try that. I showed her pictures of Reggie.

I went to a couple of places I used to frequent and had a few drinks. Oh, the memories started to pour in. I forgot that when I lived in Philly, it was such an amazing period of my life. Part of me wonders what it would be like to live here again. Part of me knows that I’ll never be 27 again, either. That was such a special time of my life, and it just can’t be repeated.

Tomorrow, I’m going to be in training most of the day. I’m looking forward to this class. It’s completely practical.

I’m very tired and need to get to bed. Paul tells me Reggie is doing fine.

I’m composing this message aboard Amtrak’s Acela train 2171 from Boston
to Washington, DC. I shall be departing at Philadelphia’s 30th Street
Station.

Better yet, I’m sending the e-mail via the EV-DO card in my laptop. It’s
moving the data about as fast as I am. My coworker says this shouldn’t
work on the train. I hope he’s wrong.

This is a moblog entry.

http://edition.cnn.com/2006/LAW/08/28/ramsey.arrest/

Let me see if I get this right? If I fly halfway across the world and then confess I killed some little girl ten years ago, the INS will pay for my business class ticket and escort back to the US?

Fortunately for the federal coffers, I’m not the type who likes little girls. Nor am I planning on going to Thailand for a sex change operation anytime soon. I like my manhood just the way it is.

A few months ago, I had heard of an artist named Aiden James on MySpace. I went to see him at the Burren in Cambridge. Aiden is terribly cute, and he’s a super sweet guy. We talked a while after his show, which I really enjoyed.

Aiden is from Philly, and I’m hoping to meet up with him for drinks while I’m there this week. How cool is that?

I’m talking half a vacation day. First, some book shopping, then some
laundry, and then the chiropractor.

Today was insanely busy. I need some downtime now.

This is a moblog entry.

While I was having a miserable night, Reggie was having a great time. More on Pauls’ blog.

I’m so used to Reggie being at my feet at night. Every time I’d roll over, I’d panic because he wasn’t at my feet. I’ve learned to roll delicately as to not kick Reggie out of bed. So when he wasn’t there, it was a very strange feeling.

I just met my new downstairs neighbor, Allison. She seems nice. And she has a dog.

My apartment is so quiet now. I took Reggie out to Beth and Paul’s house. He’ll be out there for almost a week since I leave for Philly on Tuesday afternoon. While I’m missing him terribly, he’ll be biting on Buddy’s ankles and eating very well. I really miss the little shit already.