This morning we decided upon two things:
- We’ll probably stay out East until the end of May, maybe June even (probably June??); and
- We were going to go somewhere and do a nature hike – after a drive to the beach, maybe.
There are so many "ifs" and "maybes" in our lives right now, and we count ourselves to be the lucky ones. These days there have been loads of uncertainties everywhere, and the only thing I know for certain is that my kids will need to be fed, cared for, and even entertained every day. I’d like to think that hubby and I are doing our best to keep them enriched, whilst also keeping on top of our own jobs and doing the very best that we can. The fact of the matter is – I’m just not so sure about anything right now. Everything is so minute by minute, moment to moment – and we try to do our best and balance as best as we can.
I do feel incredibly fortunate though, oh God yes – of course I do. I recognize that it’s an absolute luxury to just escape out of the city, to be able to go on nature hikes with my children – to have the capacity to still work remotely and have all of our daily needs and comforts answered for. We’re able to stay far and away from the maddening crowd (for now), to the best extent that we know how, and that is enough – for now.
We’ve been going to the beach quite a bit since we’ve gotten to Sag Harbor (we’ve mainly gone to the Sagg Main Beach… hubs also tried nearby Foster Memorial/Long Beach). Last Sunday was our first time (really I had to ask myself, all those months we were living in Sagaponack back in late 2017, it never occurred to us to go to the beach??). Hubby has been really keen to take the boys to the local parks as well to kick around a soccer ball (although I think yesterday he tried to go to main park again and it was fenced off?). Eeks.
I have to admit, there was something hauntingly beautiful about the trees and woods here. In the city, there is an abundance of cherry orchids and flowers galore (at least from my friends' social media pages), given that we are officially entering Spring. Yet here out east in the Hamptons, life still has this bewildered, shaken-up feel, as if mother nature is still not quite ready to give up on winter, so the landscape is very subdued and musky… with shades of beige, grey, and faded greens – all quite pretty really, but in a rather eerie kind of way. This must be what “remote” feel like.
In the woods, for instance – everything had a sense of redness to it… largely due to the faded leaves on the ground that now glistens hues of deep burgundy (especially in the rain). As I trailed behind my brood of three men (including two little boys desperate to become their father)… I couldn’t help but think that I was in a little “red forest” of sorts. In some ways it made me think of that time that hubby and I visited Muir Woods in San Francisco (when I was basically seven months pregnant with my first little Rockshicbaby). Fast forward nearly seven years later, and the world is completely different.
“Things will never be the same,” I thought to myself – as I looked around in observance of the great beauty that surrounds me – desperately wishing and willing my eyes to remember it all.
Tomorrow it may all be different.
