When I starting writing this diary of surviving away from Pittsburgh, I’m not sure what I expected of it. I am pretty sure I didn’t think that anyone would read it, but then again, why put it out on the internet if I didn’t hope that someone would get something out of it? Now, at least a couple of people actually are reading it, which forces me to consider its place in the universe.
I’m humbled and honored to be included in the blogrolls of Woy and The Judge, and to be visited now and then by BurghBaby. I’m beginning to feel a part of this Pittsburgh internet community, far away though I am. And I’m realizing that I’ve expected you to find my contributions to it credible, despite you knowing nothing at all about me except that I have a Roethlisberger jersey, a husband who takes nice photos, and a serious case of homesickness. Perhaps a better introduction is in order.
- I’m not a writer, at all. I work in health care.
- I do speak French. Sort of.
- I have proud and well-considered political convictions which are not at all the point of this blog, so I will try not to air them out in it.
- For years I thought it was just that I could not decide whether I was a tomboy who loved sports and wore jeans and Chuck Taylors, or a fluffball who wore high heels and skirts and lip gloss. Now I know I’m both.
- I want to be athletic, but my favorite activities are actually to knit, watch documentary television, and cook. That doesn’t leave a lot of time to train for that triathlon I’m always promising to complete.
- For all my talk, I was not, technically, born in Pittsburgh. But I moved there young enough that my important milestones and life experiences occurred there. To me, it is my hometown, and has felt that way from the moment I first breathed there.
- I’m not entirely sure what will become of Out of the ‘Burgh, In the Pitts when I get home. Considering that it’s devoted to my experiences of living away, I guess I’ll have to think of something else useful to say. I want to, and I’ll try.
If you’re still reading after knowing some of my realities, then let’s keep going.