Russ hasn't spent a night in the Bronx in a week. I've been holding down the fort; cleaning out cupboards and drawers; boxing stray shoes and electronics; noshing on the scraps left in the fridge and pantry (I'm officially out of pasta and down to my last packet of 2 minute noodles!)
Tonight, I've demanded that Russ take a night off plastering, sanding, paint prepping and sweeping and come "home."
A dear friend shared the feeling of safe secure love snuggled in bed with her husband and newborn. All that she needed in life was cuddled beneath blankets and within arms reach. The knowledge that they were together, safe, whole left her ready to face the challenges beyond the flannel and feathers. The apartment in the Bronx is still home because that is where our bed resides. The safe place we can recharge together.
After days ... 2 short weeks ... of homeownership we need to recharge and we need to do that together. There has been so much change. Our own personal tornado, a literal upheaval.
Tonight, probably our last night together in the Bronx, I imagine as the eye of the storm. The next time we have a moment to step back together, reflect, snuggle deep under the covers for a few more fleeting minutes, it will be in our new home in Peekskill!
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