It happened to me before, sending you lots of love. I'll miss you at The Magnetic Fields concert next week. Who am I gonna tell I cried during the whole show?
Oh, Emma. No accidents in life, are there? What cool magic to be on the steps (with mascara on no less!) in time for a tour of the house. Exceptionally fortunate that you have a gift for capturing memories and giving them shape again in your books. When it appears in one of your novels, I'll think of that gorgeous wooden bannister.
Every few years I walk by the apt building we lived in on 115th St. and look up at the fire escape, where I used to unlatch the security gate and go out to read Sassy or play tetris on my gameboy. Can't imagine actually stepping foot inside! (And yes, I would have taken that street sign too).
Very touching and relatable! I think there were a few pictures of your dad in the house in earlier days of Twitter. I’ve revisited some childhood haunts. The hardest was my beloved grandparents’ house; discovering it had been remodeled with an added story. No one was home but I was circling it, exclaiming, “No way! And where is the kitchen now??” My husband had to lead me back to the car before somebody called the police. It’s like part of our being.
It happened to me before, sending you lots of love. I'll miss you at The Magnetic Fields concert next week. Who am I gonna tell I cried during the whole show?
Oh, Emma. No accidents in life, are there? What cool magic to be on the steps (with mascara on no less!) in time for a tour of the house. Exceptionally fortunate that you have a gift for capturing memories and giving them shape again in your books. When it appears in one of your novels, I'll think of that gorgeous wooden bannister.
Forza, Kiddo...that house remembers YOU, too.
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Every few years I walk by the apt building we lived in on 115th St. and look up at the fire escape, where I used to unlatch the security gate and go out to read Sassy or play tetris on my gameboy. Can't imagine actually stepping foot inside! (And yes, I would have taken that street sign too).
Very touching and relatable! I think there were a few pictures of your dad in the house in earlier days of Twitter. I’ve revisited some childhood haunts. The hardest was my beloved grandparents’ house; discovering it had been remodeled with an added story. No one was home but I was circling it, exclaiming, “No way! And where is the kitchen now??” My husband had to lead me back to the car before somebody called the police. It’s like part of our being.
I cannot believe you didn't take that street sign. I absolutely would have.