Well this weekend I went out to visit my friend Trish. This is the second time I have visited her. She was a bit distracted this weekend since her grandfather is going to go into surgery on Monday, but I still had fun visiting her. She is a great person and I really like her.
But Even so, there is no feeling like the feeling of coming home, to your home town. Today when I drove into town, it just look so beautiful to me. This city of Pittsburgh is my home. With all of the uniqueness and idiosyncrasies it has. It is my home. With the problems it has (aka the people that run it) it is still my home. And it is always such a joy to come home. It is good to be home.
