so, it doesn't always go so smoothly.
you know.
(maybe you don't?)
at the end of the day, tim said, in reference to the kids:
well, everyone had their moment. including you.
oh, and i did.
you see,
we used to have a joke...not funny, not really joking,
but we'd refer to the kids,
on their way to or from some event,
or most frequently,
to or from one of the houses they call home,
as having
transition anxiety.
(psycho-babble gives us much fodder for laughter around here.)
but about six months ago,
i said with a straight face to tim,
"you know, i think i actually might suffer from transition anxiety?!?!
i think there may have been some snorting laughter.
apparently, this is not news to anyone but me.
::
so back to today.
we had a plan. actually, our plan was to execute said plan twenty four hours earlier, but that never happened.
so the plan, albeit delayed, was...ahem...executed.
we drove in to the city.
we drove in to the city, a mere thirty someodd miles away, parked the car (for ten dollars! thank you, internet!) and set off.
good stuff ensued::
worlds slowest elevator up to the impossible project space, where everyone indulged-perhaps, even shared, if briefly-my love for polaroid.
some low-level shopping.
many, many photos taken by not just me.
hunger satisfied on spring street.
new boots! for me! (and such fun buying them. a full-on family event. felt so loved...will explain some other time.)
more patience and interest exercised at phaidon books than i ever could have wished for.
meeting a fellow at phaidon books with a rollei around his neck. inspiration ensued.
sweets, and tea, and bread - one of the baguettes gone on the ride home- from balthazar.
::
but.
home.
home now.
on the upper, upper, upper west side.
a room with a view,
and a nice, well appointed kitchen.
a stereo with a well curated vinyl collection.
fixin's for dinner.
warm blankets on the couch.
candles lit.
two cats and a borrowed dog.
feet to feet on the couch.
::
i'm feeling loved, lucky, in love, and tired.
thanks for reading.
xo,
tt
