I am in Metamuville no more. Two weeks ago, I pulled up stakes and moved to Pittsburgh.
"I want to be near my loved ones," I explained to Pittsburgh friends Steph and Andy.
"Awww!" she cooed.
Andy leaned in and spoke softly. "He means the Steelers, honey."
"UGGGH!" she didn't coo.
The 2300 mile drive seems a lot longer in a Jeep, made to seem even longer by two weeks in hotels with Fredo. I have much to say about it, but I won't have reliable Internet until Monday. On the upside, the coffee shop near my new house puts Nutella on their English muffins, so I am incentivized to post. You people deserve it.