I’ve reunited with my wife and daughter. We have returned home. All is well once more.
Living with a disability can be exhausting. Living with someone that has a disability can be almost as bad, as you’re constantly dealing with it as well as constantly seeing the toll it takes on someone you love. In the case of me and my wife, she has moderate to severe hearing loss in both of her ears and needs to wear two hearing aids in order to live some semblance of a normal life so she can communicate.
There’s nothing better than a great sandwich. I suppose you may think that’s debatable but let’s face it: life is too short to eat shitty sandwiches.
It’s been raining like a mad bastard here, on and off, for the last day or so. I’m not talking about a bit of a drizzle – while the rain has petered off at times it’s been rather steady for the past few hours and, as I’m writing this in the small hours of the morning, it’s seriously dark outside. The only sound to be heard is the pattering of the rain on our roof.
It rained like a mad bastard all day yesterday. The sound of the rain striking the tin roof of our new home was deafening at times, yet soothing in the strangest way.
When the weather finally broke late last afternoon, this is what I saw out in our backyard:
Yup, just your average run-of-the-mill mountain landscape. Nothing to see here.
Wait, what’s that over there? ZOOM. ENHANCE.
This is the momma deer that hangs around our property. She’s got two fawns that follow her around. She’s beautiful and her kids are god damned adorable. I just hope they leave us some apples.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I’m so happy here.
Our move is complete – once again the wife and I are New Yorkers, and we get to raise our daughter in the most peaceful and calming place on earth.