It was an October day, my day off, rainy and perfect for coffee and a book. Instead, I spent it at a place where I've been coming all my life. No exaggeration. Despite having lived in Oklahoma City, Cameroon, and suburban New York City, the Carnegie Museums of Pittsburgh have been a constant in my life. I came here on school field trips as a child. Came again when I moved to Pittsburgh to pursue a master's degree. And now I come whenever I want.
I love the changing exhibits, but I take a special, strange comfort in the ones that do not change, like the Hall of Architecture and the all the taxidermied animals...
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