Wednesday in Philly

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.

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