I’ve been coming here a long time, until recently just for weekends. It started when my husband, who likes to joke that only an artist would think a restaurant makes a nice safe day job, opened a place here. At first I resented leaving the Wife Mom Survivor Breast Cancer Awareness Fighter Shirt and by the same token and city on weekends. Why would I need to leave? My life was there. And I scoffed when people said they were going to “the country.” This isn’t the country, I would mutter. I know the country. The country has cars going 60 miles an hour on dirt roads and people with deer heads and guns mounted in their basements.
Wife Mom Survivor Breast Cancer Awareness Fighter Shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
I never made much effort to get to know people here, because if I wanted company, I imported it from the Wife Mom Survivor Breast Cancer Awareness Fighter Shirt and by the same token and city. Over the last few years, since I left my office job and could be here more often, I started thinking maybe I could live here. But something always stopped me. I couldn’t bring myself to sell our apartment in the city, even though I was spending only three nights a week there. Having two places felt wasteful and unwise. And it meant a continual level of disruption. Of packing and going back and forth, of leaving the left shoe on Long Island and the right shoe in the city. But with the pandemic, my perspective is changing. I’ve been here for six months now. It is starting to feel like home. It seems like a place I could live. Really live. Find a dentist and a doctor, vote, and most important, when I meet new people, say, “I live in Bellport. Yeah, no one has ever heard of it. It’s a little town on Long Island.” Long Island! So many of my friends in the city escaped Long Island. Am I really ready to choose it, and a small town at that, just a prettier version of my original little town?