I'm happy here
The community I left in Bellefonte PA was a warm and welcoming place. After 25 years there, you got to know people and would meet them on the street and exchange pleasant greetings. After five boarders, four news paper carriers, three sets of neighbors (good and bad), two postmen, one wife, one relationship, and one mistress that place had grown on me like moss.
I shook all that off coming to Pittsburgh, and tried to fit into the new life and place where I found myself. In the middle of all those people, I still felt alone and isolated (there were some who reached out, and for that I am grateful.) I never did come to enjoy the place I tried to make my home, but it was close to things, and so it had to be tolerated.
With the able aid of some friends (for which I am so grateful), I've moved to the Northeast of town into an ex-urb of Pittsburgh (Lower Burrell). The second day after the move, my postman greeted me by name and welcomed me to the town. We chatted for a bit (he told me all the good gossip) and parted company.
You know that feeling you get when someone says "Welcome Home!" at Pennsic Troll? It was like that.
Perhaps this is where I belong.
I shook all that off coming to Pittsburgh, and tried to fit into the new life and place where I found myself. In the middle of all those people, I still felt alone and isolated (there were some who reached out, and for that I am grateful.) I never did come to enjoy the place I tried to make my home, but it was close to things, and so it had to be tolerated.
With the able aid of some friends (for which I am so grateful), I've moved to the Northeast of town into an ex-urb of Pittsburgh (Lower Burrell). The second day after the move, my postman greeted me by name and welcomed me to the town. We chatted for a bit (he told me all the good gossip) and parted company.
You know that feeling you get when someone says "Welcome Home!" at Pennsic Troll? It was like that.
Perhaps this is where I belong.