I know, I know, what I’m about to tell you is going to come as complete shock. It’s the holiday season and I’m missing Pittsburgh more than ever. Yes, that same Pittsburgh I talked mad ish about and didn’t appreciate while I was living there. Maybe I continually fall victim to the grass being greener down the river or maybe I suffer from bi-polar geography disorder. Whatever the case may be the holidays have made me extra nostalgic for all things Pittsburgh.
I came to this realization yesterday as I was knee-deep in Bengals country and rooting so hard for the Steelers you would’ve thought my brother was Ben Roethlisberger. I saw all of the terrible towels swirling in their gold glory and felt an overwhelming sense of pride. All of the sudden I missed my favorite things about Pittsburgh like it was a boyfriend living on a different continent. The funny yinz accents, the city being covered in black and yellow, Sunday mornings spent lingering in the strip, Chris, my favorite bartender at Cappy’s. Hell, I even had half a mind to order a sandwich with french fries between the bread.
And just when I thought I couldn’t miss the City of Champions any more, my dear friend (and one of my favorite Pittsburghers) tweeted a link to this:
Oh Pittsburgh, how I love yinz.
