The worst of the storm passed us by on Monday evening. The winds raged, our building shook and the rain splattered against our windows in staccato bursts. In the silence between wind gusts, we could hear the sound of sirens racing up and down Seventh and Eight Avenues. We lost power at 8:30pm and by the time we woke up on Tuesday morning, we had lost phone reception too.
The next morning, we ventured cautiously outside in the rain, and walked around a silent and mostly still West Village. There were branches, and piles of leaves on the ground, a facade had fallen off a building and the basements we could see into were completely flooded.
It's Thursday evening and we still have no power, heat, hot water or phone reception at home. We walked a long 60 blocks to get to our offices and world connectivity. Our walk home yesterday evening was eerie... everything is normal in mid-town, but once you pass below 25th, the streets are dark and silent. It's as if we're the only ones left in New York City, and the feeling is spooky.
We consider ourselves lucky and our thoughts are with the people who have been badly affected.
From New York, with love xox
ps. I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit your blogs... I promise I will as soon as I can connect to the world at home. Thanks for all your lovely emails and messages on Instagram. Your support has been amazing.