The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

Spiceboy and I stand on Mount Washington, high above Pittsburgh, watching the glittering lights of the city. From our vantage point, we can see the U.S. Steel Building and Point State Park. Off in the distance, the Cathedral of Learning is tall and brooding against the darkening sky.

I’m amazed, as always, by how easily I am able to slip back into life in Pittsburgh, and how good it feels.

I am breaking up with Manhattan.

At the end of July, Spiceboy and I will pack up our 350 square foot apartment and move Alice and Betty to Pittsburgh, and to whatever adventures await us there.

Spiceboy squeezes my hand. “Think we can be happy here?” he asks.

“I know we can be happy here,” I say, and I squeeze his hand right back.