I mentioned in my last post that I was headed to a baby shower. It struck me as I picked up one of my coworkers that it was a fairly sitcom worthy idea that I would drive nearly an hour out into the suburbs to attend a baby shower. It seems like such an adult thing- having friends in the suburbs. Who are having babies.
Going to Matt's company picnic, and now this, were quiet reminders that it really sucks to live so far away from your family. At the shower, I knew a couple of my coworkers, but mostly my pregnant friend had invited a whole host of people, family and a lifetime of friends, I'd never met before. Enough to make for a comfortable but lively shower atmosphere. So while part of me was moping that my family is so far away, there was another part of me that felt like I'd arrived. This is obviously a really significant time for my friend- and I was there. I was significant enough to participate in this important event with her. I was one of the intimates. Maybe I've been doing more here than just whiling away the hours whinging about work and daydreaming about vacations. Maybe, despite all my bellyaching, we've actually set up a life here.
Sometimes I wonder if Pittsburgh will someday be like Bellingham- full of very fond memories but difficult to go back and visit. Most people I know here plan to move away within a few years. In 5 years, will I have any reason to come back? I suppose rather than worry about that, I will just keep living as large as possible.
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