Home Is Where Your Driver’s License Is
A couple of years ago, I wrote about how “home” is a term we tend to over-simplify.
At the time, I’d been living in Pennsylvania for three years, but resisting the one big change that would make the move feel final: updating my driver’s license.
Let me explain.
I moved here for grad school originally and never intended to stay. When I first visited the city, I hated it. But the MFA program I’d chosen lived here, and so, for two years at least, would I.
Pittsburgh and I warmed up to one another eventually, due in large part to the phenomenal park system with its sprawling green space in the heart of what otherwise feels to my rural-suburban heart like a massive city. After grad school, I decided to stay for a few months while hunting for a job… and to finish out the lease our landlord asked us to renew several months before it actually ran out.
Then, I got a job on an interim basis. In Pittsburgh. Another temporary reason to stay, for six more months, at least.
