When I moved from my brief Sunnyside stint back to my beloved Manhattan, I was still reeling from losing Henry and other affairs.
I’ve been in this apartment for four months now. Wandering through the lobby of my building last week, I heard mention of a roof deck.
Roof deck? My building has a roof deck?
It turns out that not only does my building have a roof deck, the entrance to the stairwell that leads to this most wonderful secret is three doors down from my apartment.
Learning that there’s a roof deck has been like discovering that there’s an upstairs to your house four times the size of your regular floor plan. Peanut and I take trips there daily.
I’ve done quite a bit of thinking on the rooftop. I believe life is quite cyclic. I feel like I’m shedding the last scales from the previous cycle of life and stepping into the next one. Spring helps. The warm weather in New York City transforms the town into a whole new woman.
My brain continues to be consumed with book… back to it blog family.
Honey, I’m so happy to hear about the roof deck…much as I love my little Melbourne flat, the inability to turn my face up to the stars whenever I want to is a real constraint. The thought of you and Peanut moonbaking makes me smile. And as for shedding skins, well, you and I are both queens of that x
See you in Brussels, precious love. September can’t come quick enough. x