This morning I was suddenly and completely taken with the idea that I should move to Philadelphia. I have no idea where this compulsion came from. It isn't going to happen, seeing as Jenny and I are bound to the Pirate Den for another year. But since coming back from Europe I've been more and more skeptical about staying in Chicago for the long term. I don't think I would leave the States, but there are still a whole lot of possible places within this one country. I've never been to California and I think I might like to live there for awhile. And I'm oddly curious about Virginia or North Carolina, somewhere near the ocean maybe. 

After graduation, I knew I wanted to stay in Chicago and figured I would let the job hunt fall around that. I'm hoping that by next summer I'll have a better idea of what I want in a job, and I'll make that the priority. But rest assured, I will not be moving to the boonies, or to the deep south. Well, deep south isn't totally out of the question (hey, I could move to Atlanta and meet Ludacris!), but I do know that I want to be in a city. I just don't know which one.