About a year ago, an article came out in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette written by Sara Levinson. If you're a Pittsburgher, this is a must read... because like me, you'll just get it. For all those who aren't, which, according to my Google Analytics, that's the majority of you, it's still worth the read. Why is that?
I think, as a blogger, one of the best types of posts that bloggers can write are ones that are 'real'.... posts that let you learn more about the actual person behind the blog. Who are they? What are their likes, dislikes (besides fashion)? Why are they writing about what they are writing?
I know I've received a lot of requests over the past few months to try and include some more lifestyle posts that give you a look into my life and mind... writing is also one of my resolutions, too, so I figured, what better subject to start off on than my city. For me, Pittsburgh is something that I think truly defines me in a weird way and I think you have to understand Pittsburgh to understand me. Sounds a little nutty, right? You have to understand a city, to understand a person?
When I graduated from college, I was dead set on moving to Washington, D.C. I moved home to Pittsburgh the summer after my graduation to complete an internship and then planned on looking for jobs in the district. I mean... everyone (slight sarcasm) from JMU moved to D.C. after graduation, so that just seemed like a natural next step for me. While living in Pittsburgh for the summer, I found a full time job-- something that really interested me and did not want to turn down. So I put my D.C. move on hold and decided I'd stay at my 'first job' for a little. I loved my job... I loved my city, so I quickly ditched my D.C. dreams and decided to stay a Pittsburgh girl.
I really struggled with this decision. First, because not a single one of my friends from JMU lived in Pittsburgh-- heck, all my JMU friends thought Pittsburgh was a quick trip from Philly! Also, a lot of my friends from high school had moved to other cities. So I felt 'alone' in the decision of making Pittsburgh my home once again.
At one point, I actually felt that I was being to be judged so much by my peers and others, that, last year, I was very seriously considering moving to Manhattan, where I was entertaining several job offers.
Besides feeling judged, I also felt a little bit like a 'failure' for not leaving Pittsburgh after graduation to try out a new city. I'm naturally a pretty confident, head strong person, but in this situation, I felt like everyone in this world expected me to move to a 'big city'... I mean that's what college graduates do, right?
Flash forward almost 3 years post-graduation, and I can say that my love for Pittsburgh is unmatched... it can't be tamed and I'm not leaving. I live and breathe this city and have a love for Pittsburgh so deep, you'd have to carry me out of it kicking and screaming.
But just like with any city, there are times, when I'm fed up with it. When it's gray for days (sometimes weeks), when it's beyond frigid (like right now), when the traffic is horrendous, when there is 4 feet of snow, when the Steelers lose, when someone takes your parking spot (with a chair), when there are no direct flights out of PIT... the list goes on.
But when I feel I've had enough of the steel city, I give up, and momentarily want to throw in the towel. I leave for a few days, a week, or even longer.
At the end of this summer, I went to visit my best friend in the Hamptons and then stayed with her in her NYC apartment for 10 days. It was so. much. fun. Before I went, I thought it might make me want to 'cheat on' Pittsburgh and move to New York for a few years. But by the end of the 10 days, while I loved visiting, I missed my city. Driving through that tunnel once I was back, was like running back into the arms of my soulmate.
So, I'm a little embarrassed to say it took me almost 3 years to realize this, but Pittsburgh, has my heart and always will. I will travel to other cities in the world, and sure, I will love them, but nothing will ever hold a flame to the good old 412.