For the longest time, I’ve pushed against the idea of leaving New York for the summer. It’s all happening in the hot hot sticky, and often, surprisingly sparse city. Brooklyn is beautifully quiet in July. In the evening, the echoing conversations, b-balls, and floating cigarette scent makes me feel at home amongst the wild beat. I know and have not wanted to know anything different for most of my life.
Leaving New York in the summer felt privileged, impossible, and for those not born here. And while much of that can still be the case in some arguments, I realize it also need not be so black and white. It is known to be said that when you’re from here, you don’t leave. There is nothing going on outside of your own streets that is more interesting or enthralling.
Now that River is 8, and Oak will be 5 in June, my relationship to sticking around in the summer has shifted yet again. After a summer of expensive camp drop-offs, unruly rent, a deep settling into a head of household position, and truthfully, a quieter work rythm that leaves room for more writing, I have been considering this heavily. In reality, this has been on my tongue since September when school began, and I was preparing for this season of book tours, readings, and events that I am in now. I knew, even back then, that I’d need a break from the city for a bit. What I didn’t know was that finacially, it wouldn’t just be a thought, it would actually make the most sense.
When the numbers break down, leaving New York for a few weeks or a month this summer, has a clear financial gain. It’s odd to consider that exploration and experience makes sense for my curious kiddos and myself. My career, too. It is odd to consider that maybe leaving home isn’t so black and white and good or bad, afterall.
And of course, these thoughts are still a thoughts-in-process, left for even more hammering sooner rather than later.
Do you leave home for the summer? If so, what are some key things that you consider to make it possible with kids?
(Photo by Katrin Korfmann)