Some weekend mornings I’m up way before Kim, such as this morning. I was sitting in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew and just drinking in the quiet. A year ago, we were just starting our house hunt, and the future was filled with a lot of unknowables.
Now, we have this wonderful house, and it continues to boggle me that we actually did it. Every day, I find myself falling deeper and deeper in love with everything about it.
One of the many reasons to love this place is the quiet. As I sit here now typing this, it’s not exactly quiet outside, as I can hear jets overhead periodically going to either Newark or Teterboro, but early mornings, it’s simply tranquil.
I most certainly don’t miss the Bronx.