neighborly love
Now that we're stretching into week 11 [12?; I don’t even know anymore] of quarantine here in NYC I have certainly been noticing my fellow neighbors more and more often--
Like the older gentleman across the street who comes out at 7pm to play the trombone in tribute to the healthcare workers. Or my neighbor (with whom we share the fire escape) who undoubtedly claps every day [yes, everyday] for the front line workers.
Then there's the young lady across the street. She's been working from home the last couple of weeks and last weekend took her first foray out on her fire escape [in my books anyway] with a glass of wine. I think she quite enjoyed her escapade as she hung around until the sun went down [and C and I waved good night from across the street].
Then there's the couple across the street [why yes, 2 floors above the trombone player, to be exact]. They sunbathe on the roof and cook dinner together. Last week, he was looking out the window and we caught eyes ever so briefly; I waved [clearly desperate for human interaction], and, after 2 seconds, he smiled and waved back.
Almost 3 weeks ago, during one of my weekend fire escape reading sessions, I saw one of my neighbors [she lives on my floor] head down to what I assume to be a rental car (Florida license plates) with her black and gray dachshund [that’s how we met of course, me asking if I could pet her dog] and boyfriend. They packed up multiple suitcases and drove off. I think about where they drove off too and when they'll be back. Her packages and newspapers now pile up on her doormat in front of her apartment.
Then there are the cool kids [one wears a neon orange beanie] who sunbathe in full beach attire on their roof on the weekends, usually Saturdays.
Even when we took these photos on C’s roof, there were two guys hanging on their roof. One of them actually pulled out a polaroid and took a picture from across the street of C and I. Now that I’m writing this, I wonder where that photo will end up.
I don't know the names of the trumpet player, the young woman across the street, the couple, or even my fire escape neighbor. All I know is that they live here in my building and are also just doing their best. Before this period of time, I couldn’t tell you a thing about my neighbors (save for one, because I learned early she works at Google)-who lived there or what they did. But it seems to me, when this is all over, I'll feel a little closer to my fellow neighbors.
Dress: Black Halo (via Rent the Runway)//Boots: Urban Outfitters//Earrings: J.Crew//Necklace: Forever 21// Necklace worn as bracelet: Forever 21// Rings: Mejuri (gifted, right), David Yurman (right)
