So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye
I've been editor of LAist since December and it's been great. Many days have gone by like this photo, sitting at my dining room table with my laptop — although often in my pajamas. Luckily there's no picture of that.
But now I'm packing up the dining room table and the rest of my apartment to move to Pittsburgh. By the end of the summer I'll be taking classes in a building called The Cathedral of Learning (no kidding), beginning my MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Pittsburgh. My last day in the city will be June 13.
What does that mean for LAist? A lot and not so much. In terms of a lot, our big daddy Gothamist has plans for the site. If I told you what they are, I'd have to kill you, so for now let's just say there may be some big changes this summer. But not so much because in the meantime, the dutiful LAist contributors will continue to post. Be nice to them. Give them tips. They're working hard.
Me, I won't be starting Pitt-ist (or Burgh-ist — I don't even know the nickname of my new city yet). I'll be doing some posts here until the time I leave, but you'll sense my presence fading away (so if you want to get in any last-minute digs, KneeJerk, you better hurry). Thanks to everyone for coming to read LAist and add your two cents while I've been at the helm. I think our contributors' writing is fantastic and I know I'll be reading from Pittsburgh, trying to stave off homesickness.
Until then, if you've got any spare moving boxes, I'm looking.