Every day had been a struggle since leaving our apartment the day before the storm on August 26th. What we thought was going to be a weekend vaca in the city had turned into 8-days (so far!) of endless commuting, sleepless nights, and room service. The last part hadn't been so bad...
Now approaching the last weekend of the summer we never had, while the city was ready to enjoy a last hooray in The Hamptons and rooftop BBQ's, we were now having to leave the hotel due to the overflow for the upcoming holiday. We packed up again and headed to Central Jersey to stay with Trav's parents. It was a welcomed break to hear the sound of the pond fountain and not the sounds of the busy streets. We were finally able to walk the dog without dodging people. Or let's be honest, in Bob's case, people dodged him, as he barelled down streets as wide as him like a bowling ball. Finally, a home. We brought in the change of pace with a nice dinner with his parents at Barts in Matawan.
We didn't know what the next day would bring as every day started with the alarm before 5 a.m, and both of us commuting three hours (one-way!) in bumper-to-bumper traffic back to what used to be our normal routine. Our days were busier then ever as we both just tried to maintain our daily duties at work. Trav's cousin Kyle helped us by walking Bob midday, or that piece just wouldn't have fit into what had become a very meticulous puzzle. We were getting back to Central Jersey after 9pm every night, not being able to even decide on cheese or no cheese on our fast-food burger for dinner. We collapsed into bed, sleeping harder then we ever have, before doing it all over again. All while our stuff sat unpacked in an apartment, no closer to finding somewhere else to go.
I wasn't handling anything very well and subconsciously must have been seeking a target to take the form of Irene so I could unleash my subdued fury. The bubbling pot boiled over one rainy & traffic-ridden morning when a woman with a shaved head, dressed in what I could only guess was a community-service jump suit, wouldn't let us merge. It was road-rage at it's fullest, when at high speeds, I was trying to climb out my window & into hers just so I could attempt to claw her eyes out. Words came out that I'd never even heard before. Some mine, some hers. And once it was over, ended by Trav trying to roll me up in the automatic windows before speeding away, it was obvious that my death wish by my supposed target was a humbling & humiliating experience. I wasn't handling this well at all and needed to get a grip or else someone was going to get a grip on me.
I needed help and reached out. I called everyone for guidance. The one thing I had learned having lived a couple of years in Hoboken was that I never wanted to go back. That was a start. We followed up with friends on both coasts to find an open door. While some doors closed, others opened, as we seemed to be guided by ever-present destiny. The suggestion to see Long Beach, New York came from Kara, the wife of Trav's boss and the suggestion to try Greenwhich Connecticut came from a chance meeting of a couple cool strangers at Outstanding In The Field, the Marcus Samuelson event. We knew nothing about either place and were frankly too exhausted to think for ourselves, so we made a plan to at least check them out. We decided to start with "Long Beach".
It was Saturday of Labor Day weekend and like every other morning, we woke up at 5 a.m. to figure out what we should be doing to make the day productive. Equipped with little more then car keys & a Tom-Tom, we headed to this so-called Long Beach.
And then it happened... After paying the $2 toll- we embarked on the bridge that led to Long Beach island. I felt something I hadn't felt since I stepped off the plane with my one-way ticket to Manhattan so many years ago. I felt that I had finally arrived exactly where I was supposed to be. My eyes welled up with tears...again.. but happy tears of adrenaline like they do every year at Broncos' opening kickoff- signaling the beginning of football season. I was finally happy and not just happy, I was at peace. THIS was what all of the suffering had led to. I felt it in my heart and everywhere else. This place had been waiting for us. We were going to be very happy here. This was home.
We watched families with coolers and floaties, and surfers with their boards loaded onto their bikes as they crossed the street and headed to the beach. The exact thing I wished I could be doing but knew deep down, it'd be soon enough.
We pulled into what looked like the heart of the small island, breathed in the salty air and wandered into the closest real estate office. That's where the best real estate agent we've ever met, Jon Meyers, took us in and showed us around. He wore Teva sandals, board shorts, and croakies. This is where the love affair with Long Beach began.
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