No time to explore a neighborhood today; I was on a 9 hour train from NYC to PGH.
I’ll cut to the chase: Since I graduated college a few years ago, I’ve wanted to live in New York. The restaurants, culture, excitement etc. I still think it’s a fantastic place. But, wow, how my feelings have changed since moving to Pittsburgh.
While riding the subway last night, I imagined the places people were heading home to and the amount of money they were paying for those places. I imagined how tiring it would be to have to look so damn cool all the time. I imagined how much extra money I’d spend monthly when Dogfish 90 Minute IPA is $8.50 a bottle, not the $4 it is here in Pittsburgh.
Riding along, pondering, I felt like I was part of a secret club. A club where $400 gets you an apartment with a balcony and a backyard in a cool part of town, where there’s no pressure to spend hundreds of dollars on clothing to look like you’re poor, where a good beer/movie/meal/art/everything doesn’t cost more than it should.
I don’t intend to malign NYC. It’s just that living in Pittsburgh gives me a whole new idea of what living in a city can, and should, be.