This is my childhood home in Greensburg, Pa., about 40 minutes outside of Pittsburgh. And this is where I'm headed bright and early tomorrow for a relaxing trip home. It's like a little resort for me, an escape from my whacky life in New York. I love that there's central AC in the summer and plenty of heat in the winter. I love that the bathrooms all have fragrant soaps and thick, thirsty towels to dry off with. I love that my parents always stock four different kinds of cheese and at least as many types of pretzels. I even love the sound of my parent's front door opening -- the jingle of keys, the loud thunk of the latch unlocking, and the creak of the door pushing open.
I just can't wait to see them.
(And I'm told there's a skein of yarn from France waiting for me!)
P.S. Aren't the bushes out front shaped a little like Grimace?