We knew that neither of us was brimming with enthusiasm for the move to Texas, and that we were already wondering how to get home. It was with heavy hearts that we had our last night in Pittsburgh. So that last day, we resolved that we would come back after all - no last night for us. Not goodbye, but see you later.
So now, it is finally the year that we move home. No cold feet for this move - the resolution stands firm. That’s what New Year’s Day means this year, and I don’t want to change a thing.
Pittsburgh 251, the Year of the Boomerang.