I miss Pittsburgh. Every single day. I’m sure my friends up here in Akron get tired of hearing it, and many probably have no clue why I love that city so much. I guess being so close to Cleveland means they must hate the city regardless of what anyone has to say about it.
The truth is…other than my parents house Pittsburgh really is the only place I have ever felt was home. I’m not sure why that is….I mean, I have moved over 20 times and have lived all over the place. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I’ve never been as happy as I was during my time there….or that the majority of my friends live there…or that it is where my beloved Steelers are…or that they have the best seafood wontons on Earth…or Ikea….the list of reasons surrounding this go on and on. Earlier in the week I caught a friend of mine giving me a strange look after I answered a question she had asked. When I asked what the problem was, she said, “That Pittsburgh accent! No one here knows what ‘yinz’ means!” I laughed at her disgust for Pittsburghese. Don’t know about that dialect? If you want to learn more about it, check out this great site! I guess you can take the girl out of Pittsburgh, but you can’t take the Pittsburgh out of the girl. Yes, there is still a great tug of war going on internally regarding whether or not I should move back there. Time will tell.
I started to think a lot about Pittsburgh this evening, and my dear friend Erin is to blame for that. Erin and I have been friends since junior high. Even though we went to rival high schools, we always remained friends and ended up moving in together after college when we both lived in Pittsburgh. Living with me is a big deal…..because, let’s face it, I hate living with girls. I attempted the roommate thing my freshman year in college…hated it, lived by myself in the Hoop Squad dorms my sophmore year, got an apartment with my friend Laz junior year (she was always at her boyfriend’s so I was always by myself), and had the single in the sorority house my senior year because I was the President. Yes, I like the extra closet space, but truth is, girls are catty and I don’t like to deal with the drama.
Circle back to Erin: getting an apartment together where we were going to co-exist was a big freakin deal for many reasons. Fortunately, we were great roommates and had an absolute blast. Our dogs even got along, which was a miracle because her Min-Pin hated close to everyone. Things that led to our success as roommates: we both had our own bathrooms, huge closets, a love for tacos, beer, and trashy tv, and a commitment to having fun. One thing we used to do all the time was work out to a DVD called “Walk Away the Pounds.” It really was ridiculous…the chick in charge was from New Castle, and the extras in the video were super annoying. Yet we still did the work out…and would drink beer at the same time. So productive.
Tonight, as I crankily completed my homework, my cell phone went off with a picture message from Erin: a photo from the Walk Away the Pounds DVD. The message couldn’t have come at a better time. Immediately I started to laugh thinking about the great times we had and how much I miss my friend. The great thing about our friendship: we can go a day or a month without talking and never skip a beat. We have been there for each other through a lot, and I am so thankful to have her in my life. I also have been lucky enough to have been there when both of her beautiful girls were born.
Erin is one of those people who must always remain one of my friends….she knows too much. I can’t wait to see her and her crew next weekend. Here’s to the friendships that last for decades… and the city that remains dear to our hearts.