I've been asked a pair of questions recently that make a lot of sense for someone in my position. My friend, Josh, asked if I have a Pittsburgh bucket list of things I'd like to do or places I'd like to go before I move to Tacoma. My other friend, Lisa, asked what I will miss most about Pittsburgh. I don't have a bucket list nor will I miss any one thing in particular. While the answers to these questions naturally differ, they are fundamentally driven by the same idea: the thing I love about Pittsburgh is my friends and family.
Sure, there are places and things about Pittsburgh that I will miss. Primanti Bros, the incline, all of our sports teams, Hough's, and of course Suncrest Camp. But in the end, my memories are of people. I don't do many things by myself because I like to enjoy experiences with others. The coffeeshops, the dive bars, the restaurants; these things exist everywhere, but it's the people I'll miss.
I won't miss Ambridge, PA, but I'll definitely miss Sunday morning breakfast with my family.
I won't miss Silky's and their too-expensive-to-go-on-weekends prices, but I'll miss shuffleboard, darts, and late nights out front with good friends.
I won't miss Schenley Park disc golf, but I'll miss those intentional conversations with Jordan, Dustin, or Greg.
I may not miss my room, but I'll miss living with great friends and the potential for jam sessions with anyone who's lived here.
I may not miss Tazza D'oro or Commonplace, but I'll miss the mornings spent there with Robby.
I may not miss Suncrest Camp itself, the 50 year old mattresses, the constantly uncomfortable weather, or the most forgiving rims in basketball history, but I will miss every camper, counselor, musician, and director I've spent time with over the past 10 years.
For me, life has always been about experiences and who you spend them with. When I shed tears on my journey, it will not be a result of places or things I've left behind, but for people I hope to encounter again.