Leaving your nest.
Alex Bates
Our cozy little home on Fire Island.
Happy Spring!
I struggle when I leave and only wanting to stay. Often tempted to unpack my bags + say, ‘I’ll go later’ and just head out to the island and uncover our little house - take the covers off the furniture, open the windows wide, dig in the dirt, and just listen to the birds return.
And may tomorrow bring a whole new day.
It’s always easier to leave in the darkness of winter than the lightness of this day. And my trepidation seems worse this time after 2+ years of quiet pandemic seclusion - a bit unsure of the sensory bombardment + energy ahead + yet… in search of the balance of roots + wings. Excited for new adventures but comforted knowing this little home waits.
We’re off.