I finally made it to a place I had been talking about for most of my life. Not New York. Not Paris or London. Not Los Angeles, either. Pittsburgh. The Steel City. I was on a waiting list for an apartment, and my name finally came up. About time, too, because the management office was probably getting tired of me calling them.
The city is everything I thought it would be, even if the apartment is not. The apartment's just a roof over my head right now, anyway. The reason why I'm here is so that I can look for employment. I made the move, hoping prospective employers would take me more seriously than they did before I moved here. I've been unemployed for three years. I'm completely over it.
The great thing about my apartment, though, is the fact that there's a grocery store really close by, a definite improvement. There are several buses that go downtown; and downtown is not really that far away. I could walk it if I wanted to. My church is also within walking distance. This is all very good, especially considering the rumors I have heard about Pittsburgh's bus system. It's fine right now, but I don't think they're finished making cuts yet. They're doing the same thing in other cities, which is why I chose the way I did, taking layout and location into account. No, it's not just about the football team. It's about being comfortable, and honestly? Pittsburgh is fitting like a glove already. It's perfect. It's home already. And that's what this blog will be about: the job hunt and new adventures along the way.
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