By Abby Schreiber
I haven’t lived in Pittsburgh for long. Time is strange that way; in some aspects, I feel like I’ve lived here for years. But every now and then, there’s a sharp pang of longing for the home I once knew and the people who inhabit it. As much as the day to day happenings of my new life fill me with joy and purpose, it’s normal, I think, for change to catch you off guard sometimes.
It’s in these moments that I rely on my photos.