I've started taking photos again. So bambi's fuzzy memories of this time can slowly turn into the photos she looks back on. My first memory was from when I was three. My mom taking me out in the woods in front of our house ("the blue house") and catching tiny tree frogs together and climbing over moss covered logs and my baby brother (brothers?) wasn't with us.
I wonder if bambi's first memory will be of isolation. I mean, that would be a very historical and badass first memory. When the entire world couldn't leave our homes. When the entire world became our little Manhattan rent stabilized apartment.
From the past few days:
animal potluck with Jesse while I read.
peek-a-boo over lunch.
pantsless afternoons while bambi naps.
exuberance over safe outdoor space and finally getting rooftop access after five years of living here.
one of the harder days so far, today.
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