I wake in the morning to the sounds not of police sirens and ambulances but to the chirping of birds and the sound of Anna’s music blasting at full volume from downstairs.
Kyle Goodman, one of our B+B hosts, the mayor of fun at Hillcrest Manor, is in charge of the AM playlist and he’s partying to Anna’s music at 8 am.
He hasn’t slept since the night before, he tells me. He went clubbing in Elmira, NY. What a cool cat.
That’s just a sliver of what’s in store for us at Hillcrest Manor. Dick and his partner Kyle are avid art collectors. We have a real Miro in our bedroom and stumbled upon a letter from Helen Keller along with a Rembrandt etching in the house.
“Breakfast is ready!” Bill calls out to me promptly at 8:30 am.
I don’t remember the last time anyone’s said that to me. Sometimes I speed through life afraid I’ll be missing something when in fact I will have missed all of it. Sometimes I find my schedule so jam packed I’m not really enjoying any of it. But that’s the rat race of a life that one lives in the big city.
I used to think that was glamorous, exciting and fun, but now I’m starting to reconsider. I walk barefoot down to breakfast and no one reprimands me. It’s so comfortable here. It’s like a home away from home with Dick and Kyle as the fabulous gay parents I wish I had. I think I could get used to this.