I’m not sure where to begin, but it’s hard to keep writing as if nothing monumental has happened in the last week, as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on in our country. I feel like I have so many things to say, and yet, so many have said them better than I ever could and I just know my words will fall short. This Instagram post by Ali has resonated with me the most. Again, I don’t want to add to the noise. This is a space I want to fill with joy and love and light and Lord, do we need so much of that right now. I will leave it at this: I’ve had a really rough week and I know a lot of you have to, and so, I’m sending all my love to you today and always.
+ P.S. Happy stuff will be back very, very soon. I’m desperately feeling the need to start creating more in general, since it can be so therapeutic, and that includes doing my very best to post here consistently again.
There was a fire across the street from our old building in New York City last January while Adam and I were visiting. It’s the building that my mom lived in during my sophomore year of college and my sister lived in for a year or so after. I spent the summer of 2007 and much of the year there. It actually belongs to a family friend who rented it out to us and let us use it whenever it was empty. I grew up staying in that apartment for the many visits we made to NYC from the time I was in first grade and made my very first trip to the city that stole my heart and has yet to give it back.
Last January, while Adam and I were walking to get Absolute Bagels one morning, we walked out of the subway station to see so many of New York City’s firefighters trying to extinguish the blaze. It was breathtaking and a bit frightening, since the smoke was billowing against that place that meant so much to us (and I knew someone in the building). Thankfully, the building that was on fire was empty at the time and no one was seriously hurt, but to see so many of NYC’s firefighters on the scene was an incredible thing to see.
Another shout out to the New York City firefighters and firefighters everywhere, your job isn’t easy and is incredibly scary. Thank you, so much, for all that you do.
This is a tree that stands in the 9/11 memorial and it’s my favorite tree in the whole world.
From the 9/11 memorial website, “A callery pear tree became known as the “Survivor Tree” after enduring the September 11, 2001 terror attacks at the World Trade Center. In October 2001, the tree was discovered at Ground Zero severely damaged, with snapped roots and burned and broken branches. The tree was removed from the rubble and placed in the care of the New York City Department of Parks and Recreation. After its recovery and rehabilitation, the tree was returned to the Memorial in 2010. New, smooth limbs extended from the gnarled stumps, creating a visible demarcation between the tree’s past and present. Today, the tree stands as a living reminder of resilience, survival and rebirth.”
A tree that represents so much and is a small beacon of hope that came out of a day so dark for so many.
To those lost and those who lost loved ones on that horrible day, to the first responders, to firefighters everywhere, to everyone impacted on 9/11 and to the many that helped in the recovery in the long days after. To those who have fought and still fight for our freedom. To that city that I love so much. We will never forget.