"You will hate Pittsburgh by the time you leave..."

Last night we went out to eat with my inlaws, Doug's sister, and her two kids. On the way out of the restaurant my father in law had his arm wrapped around me, mine was around him. We were saying our goodbyes and he said "Oh, you will hate Pittsburgh by the time you leave here."

He was misty eyed and we looked over at Jess, who was saying goodbye to her little cousins, Elyse and Craig (ages 9 and 5).

"I remember how much I hated Gordon after we left Doug there. I drove away hating the place that was taking my boy."

I told him that I wasn't going to hate Pittsburgh at all, because he and his wife and Diane, Jay and the kids are so close. It isn't like I'm leaving her somewhere desolate and unknown.

This morning I'm feeling a little more like what I think my father in law is talking about. But not quite. I know I won't hate it. I can't hate the place my girl has picked for her new home.

I will hate the highway though.