My almost ex-husband could bring me roses for my birthday, but a guy I’ve been hot and cold with, couldn't even wish me a happy birthday.
Yep.
As you may remember, I went back home to Pittsburgh for 12 days. You can take the girl out of Pittsburgh, but you can’t take Pittsburgh out of the girl! And I wouldn’t want to. I thought a lot about nature vs nurture as I drove across a classic yellow Pgh bridge with the cityscape in the background.
Was it nature or nurture that Pgh represents to me? It could be argued as both, but in my mind, it feels like I was nurtured in Pgh; like my soul chose this family, this city, to grow up in and shape the black sheep I would become, but by nature, my essence doesn’t feeel like da burgh. It’s masculine, gritty, cool, and even the aesthetic. I mean, it is the steel town! And then there’s Charleston; feminine, vibrant, warm, and lush by the sea.
I chose Charleston because it feels like my natural essence. I chose this town as I walked away from a marriage because life called me elsewhere. I chose this town for ME.
But, before I continue on with that, let’s circle back to Brad, my almost ex who brought me roses.