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Though I had never been to Pittsburgh, I had been seeing many articles about the Rust Belt city’s renaissance. I never would have imagined that five years later I would actually live in Pittsburgh. I don’t think Pittsburgh will ever get too cool, too monied, too developed–like the past two cities I’ve lived in: *Austin and Denver—and that’s ok because that’s what keeps this town authentic. When people ask me how I like living here, I give them the warts-and-all version.

How I didn’t look like or feel like the dead body of Estelle Getty? Now if I don’t get at least 50 ounces of water a day, I feel like shit and that’s not even enough. For some reason, I’m way more likely to remember to drink water if I use a large glass bottle (like Starkey Spring Water) or overpriced water bottle. If you’re drinking under 50 ounces of water a day, try to up your intake a little more.

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written here, and I’m currently sitting on the couch, bloated after eating an entire pizza, and thinking, “Maybe I should check in, see how everyone is doing and let them know I’m bloated on pizza. Colorado is gorgeous, and I’m so thankful for all my nature adventures, but I just didn’t gel with the culture there. But for right now, I’m a bloated slacker sitting on the couch with a former feral cat on her lap. It’s weird how you get a cat

it’s challenging not to feel resentful towards artists who don’t have to work and can spend time honing their craft. It’s near impossible to think their societal standing hasn’t helped them, and it’s near impossible to think the odds aren’t stacked against you as a working class artist. It’s to say thank you to Geoffrey Owens for reminding all of us hard-working, struggling artists there is no shame in any job whether it’s a day job or a day job turned forever job.