I am very excited to visit one of my favorite cities in two weeks: Pittsburgh.
Ah, Pittsburgh — The ‘Burgh, Iron City, City of Bridges — how I love your Gothic Cathedral of Learning and your converging rivers, and the fact that every time I tell someone my summer mini-vacation is in Pittsburgh, you evoke a sideways glance and the question: “…Pittsburgh?”
Sure, it seems a little silly to visit a city in the summer that has a worse climate than the one you presently inhabit. For example, in my neck of the woods, it’s considered unbearably hot when it’s 86 degrees and breezy, and the natives all look like Job wandering in the desert, gnashing their teeth and wailing at the sky for reprieve. These people know nothing of humidity. I laugh when they declare a day “muggy”, knowing most of them have never lived east of the Rockies and have no idea what that word means.
Even so, I will not allow the threat of unbearable heat and humidity nor the shaming, incredulous stares of my friends and coworkers mar my excitement. I love the old buildings, the towering, stone universities and the fact that it has more bridges than Venice. I love Squirrel Hill and the view of the skyline from Mt. Washington. I love that it seems at once metropolitan and cozy.
I visited Pittsburgh for the first time six years ago, and ever since, I’ve wanted to live there. I mean, look at it. Wouldn’t you?
I am also excited to report that, in four days, I will no longer be a customer service administrator. Instead, I will be…unemployed. But only for 10 days! Then I will start my new job as coordinator of the university’s LGBTA. I think my first order of business will be to change the name of the office from LGBTA (Lesbian, Gay Bisexual and Transgender Alliance) to something a little bit more inclusive and less…acronymy. I’m thinking it should be called either the Queer Alliance or the Queer-Straight Alliance, to make it clear to students that it isn’t just for queer folk, but also for allies to the queer community.