And so, after two years of the first floor shaking when the furnace comes on, of subletters not paying their utilities bills, of scrounged furniture, of trash days and rent days, of nights of Playstation games and afternoons of whatever’s marathoning on USA, of boxes and books and classes . . . I’m officially leaving my idyllic home in Shadyside/Squirrel Hill.
Today’s supposed to be the end of the world. I don’t buy it, but it’s certainly the end of an era.