I figured this out not too long ago when mentions of the Steelers/Penguins actually made me feel rather nostalgic and not bored out of my mind. It really hit me today for some reason.
Me. Homesick. This is weird. I think this is probably the first time in my life. I have always wanted to get up and get out, go to a bigger city, move away, go to "someplace." Now I want to go back to Pittsburgh. I miss Pittsburgh a lot, actually.
My family took this picture a few years back:
I've got to hang on for a few years yet, and then we'll see where things are. Maybe I won't miss it anymore. I think I probably will, though. It was bigger than my hometown, older than my hometown, had lots of old buildings, and the hills were beautiful, even if they made winter interesting. I miss my local haunts and my favorite places to walk. It was nice also living within "driving distance" of my family. Six, seven hours behind the wheel I could handle. Ten to fourteen? There's just no way I can ever go home from here. I would like to see my mother and stepfather more often than I will when I live here.
Gotta try to see things through first.