Things that happened this weekend:
I spotted a truly awesome vest (at TopShop)…
Mom and I ate even awesomer pasta (in Little Italy; I couldn’t decide whether to get the spinach ravioli or the gnocchi, so the kitchen whipped me up a little half-and-half action)…
We made a stop into Ferrara Bakery for cannolis and display-gazing…
We got a bright-and-early start to Father’s Day with steak-and-egg wraps (yes, those little monsters got some, too)…
And then we settled down for an afternoon nap that wasn’t really a nap at all (but was way better).
And then, on Sunday night, we had a party for one of our friends.
I made watermelon, tomato and basil salad (with mozzarella instead of feta; click here for the original recipe)…
And we picnicked on the roof while the sun set.
And you know what I did, when everyone else went downstairs and Kendrick and I stayed to rock the baby in the open air for just a minute?
I totally cried.
Because as excited as I am to take this next step, and as much as our apartment is making me crazy these days, what with the stairs and the overcrowding and the half-packed-ness and all...
we’ve built a whole life together in this building, in this neighborhood, on this rooftop. It’s been such a good place for us, and I love it; I really do.
I know that it’s time to leave, but still: I’m going to miss this. There are many places in this world that can feel like home, but right now, for me, home is right here.
