Home Sweet Home

It’s after Labor Day, which means that school is back in session and for Avram it’s in-person. So, after months in Long Island, we are back home in NYC.  I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t nervous to return.  The city we left in May was sad and a little scary.  At the same time, as it always is, it was inspiring. You cannot possibly imagine what it feels like to be part of a nightly standing ovation for our neighbors who were working so we could all stay safe at home. Nevertheless, I had gotten used to the conveniences of living in a house – not having to wear a mask every time I left my front door, not having to take the elevator every time Beau had to go to the bathroom. I had also gotten pretty attached to a family of turkeys that lived in my backyard. I have been a city girl all of my life, and for the first time – I wasn’t sure I would be anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I desperately miss the theater, restaurants, museums, parks and events but without them, would I still love NYC?

I am happy to report that despite what I might have read in certain op-eds and newspaper articles, the city is not dead.  It is alive and well and buzzing with the same electricity that it has always had.  Yes, we are all wearing masks and all of the parking has been taken over by outdoor seating for restaurants – but we are back. Not only that, my best friend is across the street, my sister (and her dog) is a few blocks away and anything we need is within a short walk. I have not felt this hopeful since March and I do not miss Long Island at all.  I do still miss my turkeys though…