I'm trying to find myself

For some reason the other day I remembered something. I can't remember how I remembered it, if that makes sense, but lets just say it popped into my head on it's own. And ever since, it's been bugging me.

Here's the thing. Years ago, I think it was before I started uni, way before the word 'blog' was even on my radar, I had a sort of online diary. I say 'sort of', because I don't think I used it very often or ever revealed anything that you'd want to have a sneak peek of. As you probably already know, I've kept a written diary since I was about 5 so that's where all the really juicy stuff goes - this would just have been something for when I was bored.

I tried to remember what website it had been on, and Open Diary seemed familiar so I clicked onto it and tried to log in. That's where the 'bugging me' bit comes in. I can nooooo remember my log in or password. I can noooooo remember the email address I was using back then. I can nooooooooooooo remember the title I gave the 'diary'. But it's on there...somewhere. I just have no idea where.

Now I've gone a good couple of years without accessing it, and no doubt it will be a huge disappointment and void of any real revelations. But blimey, it's so annoying knowing that there's a little bit of my life floating around on the internet somewhere, shrouded under a mysterious nickname I'd have given myself to prevent someone trying to find it. I clearly never thought I'd need to find it.

Anyway - what I really should be doing is researching a travel piece, and this is where you may be able to help. If anyone who reads this is from Philadelphia or knows it, or has been there on holiday and can recommend places to eat, sleep, drink or stay - I could do with some starting points.

Onwards into the weekend...meep meep.