Take Me Home

Sam was in good form last evening. She was flirting with me, wanted just to go home and to share our bed together. She believes that home is Brooklyn. Brooklyn is where we spent the best 14 years of our lives together, so no wonder she believes Brooklyn is home. We barely had a chance to set-up in our new house together in Yonkers, before all this happened. I didn't tell her last night that we no longer live in Brooklyn, since it didn't seem necessary and it is truly where both our hearts are. I choose not to take Sam home this Labor Day weekend, because I was not sure if she would be fully recovered and second, I needed to recover as well from a very difficult August. I hope to take Sam home next weekend though and perhaps, if possible get into a pattern with her; alternate weekends home, weekdays at Rehab/Nursing facility. One day at at time though, as Sam said last night.