moving is very strange to me. not-moving is as strange to me.

people who don't leave their towns their entire lives have some kind of secret perception of the world that i will never understand.

time passing in one place. that it is what it is, i think.

the eighty something year olds at the bus stop who talk to me about how lawrenceville and pittsburgh used to be. i envy their insight to the place that i now call home.

pittsburgh is becoming the place where i have spent the most time in my life (2005-2008 and 2009-now). i've lived here the longest...lived? "lived" sounds like an exaggeration since i haven't really lived here, more like borrowed what pittsburgh has to offer.

maybe kiva han is the place where i've lived the longest in pittsburgh. maybe posvar. maybe the 54c.

my home is the 54c.

take your shoes off next time you enter my home.
no, i don't know who that crazy woman is wearing the sunglasses and maroon hair-piece-highlights. she just drives my home.

where is your home?



p.s. tom's deodorant does not do the job.
p.p.s. tom's shoes run a size too big.