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Sesudah 6 bulan di Pittsburgh

Saya mulai menyukai kota yang tenang ini. Sepintas lalu kota ini mengingatkan saya pada Bandung, dengan jalan-jalan asimetrisnya yang membingungkan dan susah dihapal. Kota ini juga mirip Bandung, dengan kontur tanahnya yang naik turun. Biking to campus :p? Makasih deh :D

Kota ini juga ramah, seperti keramahan yang saya temukan di Bandung. Kalau dulu keramahan itu ada pada sopir-sopir angkot, sekarang keramahan itu saya temukan di wajah sopir-sopir bus yang tiap hari mengantar saya ke kampus. Ada satu wajah yang sangat berkesan karena keramahannya. Seorang sopir perempuan kulit hitam yang masih muda, mungkin umurnya hanya beberapa tahun di atas saya. Dia selalu tersenyum ramah pada setiap penumpang, dan mengucapkan "Have a save night" kalau saya pulang agak malam dari kampus.

Tiga sungai yang membelah kota ini, Allegheny, Ohio, dan Monongahela memberikan wajah unik pada kota ini. Konon, kota ini mempunyai jembatan lebih banyak dari London (cmiiw: Emang London punya banyak jembatan ya?) Saya suka sekali menikmati view sungai ini, bersih, tidak seperti Sungai Ciliwung yang selalu membuat saya menutup hidup :(

Apakah saya mulai jatuh cinta pada kota ini? Bisa jadi :) Meskipun demikian, itu tak bisa menghapus kerinduan saya pada tiga kota yang telah menjadi rumah saya - Jogja, Bandung, dan Jakarta. Apakah Pittsburgh akan menjadi kota keempat yang saya anggap rumah saya ? Kita lihat saja nanti ;)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Fran Drescher: I've gone very far, far away, but my character keeps me close to home.
Anonymous said…
JFYI, Pittsburgh has more bridges than any place in America - second in the world only to Venice, Italy.

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