The Mysteries of Pittsburgh
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.