As far as I can tell, the only good thing about Pittsburgh is that Satu was there this weekend and it has a great geological collection at the natural history museum. It seems like a really craptastic place to live. Super unhappy people living in expensive, dilapidated homes right next to their unhappy neighbors listening to each other fight for entertainment.
We did find a few silver linings in the city like the White Wale Book Store and the little diner where Satu had some runny eggs and I had some hard fried ones for breakfast. We saw some art that was great and some that was really just losers wanking off and turning it in late and making it into a museum by some weird tornado of luck. This gave Satu a really fun cursing spasm, I hope it also made her re-remember what she has always known; she has more to offer than most and needs to get her talent out in the world with less self-judgement and fear. It is too late for regret and counting the pages that you have turned, but it isn't too late for a major plot twist. All of those pages you turn are part of the story of now.
This was my favorite part of the weekend:
Nice wine in hotel paper cups with the woman I love more than I ever imagined possible. In fact, being near Satu is my favorite part of every day. We had popcorn for dinner, but a nice wine before bed. It doesn't matter what the experience is, it's better with Satu. If I see a funny show, it's funnier if she is laughing next to me. If I hear a sad story I want to know what she thinks it means in the context of the lives we live.If she sees a video of a pig eating ice cream, she shares it with me and it means more, it seems more connected to the world.
I hope there are more adventures to come, even in cities we never would want to live in. Even if there is a mouse in the room. Even if the car is too cold to sleep in. Even if the next adventure happens at home. I can't wait to experience it with the most wonderful woman I have ever known.
