I'm at home in Johnstown, PA, this week for the 4th of July. My mother, my brother, and I are all playing in the Johnstown Symphony Orchestra's holiday concert on Wednesday evening. I don't think the three of us have ever played in the same concert before.
I spent Sunday visiting some friends in Pittsburgh that I hadn't seen in a few years. On my way home, my mother and I drove across downtown and I remembered how much I love visiting Pittsburgh. I need to get back there more often. Now that I've seen how easy (and cheap) it is to get there on jetBlue, I'll have to fly in again.
It's been almost a decade since I came home for a visit in a month other than December. I'm sitting on my back porch with my laptop, the sun is out in a clear blue sky, and the temperature is in the 60s. I love the city, but I'm enjoying the hell out of this. I may go for a walk after lunch to see how the old neighborhood looks when it isn't covered in snow.