Well ladies and gentlemen … today marks five weeks in Pittsburgh. The first week and a half was spent recovering from the drive, settling into the new apartment, sightseeing and trying to acclimate to the bone-chilling weather.
Since then I have started my new job, driven through snow for the first time, eaten sandwiches with French fries on top, tasted my first pierogi, consumed beer in a church, signed a waiver before eating the second hottest wings I’ve ever tried and baked more than I have in the last five years.
Five weeks. Five long weeks without my friends, my family, familiar sites.
And Specs. That’s what I dream about most days, people. Specs. Such glorious aisles lined with an incredible selection of liquor, beer and wine.
But it’s the wine selection I miss most. Who am I kidding? Pittsburgh is a beer town. I’ve been impressed with the selection everywhere I’ve gone, but can I find a good California Cab for $15.00? So far the answer is no. I’ve never been a big Merlot fan, but the best wine I’ve found so far is a Merlot. Drinking a glass right now.
Going to eat some soup, too. Because that’s what you do when it’s fucking cold.