ell, we’ve been back
in Pittsburgh for almost five months now. But somehow, I still don’t
seem to know what the heck is going on.
I have to admit, the place I’ve acclimated myself the best is at work.
I really feel like I fit in here still. I can’t say that I’ve really
made any friends on the job yet, at least not like I did at the other place
– but, in retrospect, it probably took about five years before I really
had what I would consider friends. I am getting my name out there,
though, and there are even a couple of guys who seem to enjoy talking to
me (of course, one of them seems to enjoy talking to anybody.)
Other than that, though, I’m kind of living up to my reputation as a
loner. We rarely see any of our old friends – it’s tough to make
many plans with the baby, and even tougher because there seems to be an
epidemic of pregnancies going around. I still haven’t really met
anyone from around our neighborhood, except for a guy who shook hands with
me while we were shoveling snow, and a bunch of little kids who showed
up on our back porch, asking if any kids lived at our house. Technically,
there is, of course, but unfortunately, I don't think they can play street
hockey with an eight-month-old.
