~~ Late Morning ~~
We had said our goodbyes the night before. Well, we said them shortly before dawn, that is. We snagged a few hours of sleep, packed up the car, and walked a couple blocks down to a cafe for breakfast, stopping in a nature store to pick up some painted shells to bring home to the kids.
KIDS? We have kids? It was still the late-nineties, wasn't it? Had I finished college? Had we gotten married? Did we have a mortgage? Re-entry was going to be tough.
~~ Noon ~~
When we drove in early Thursday evening, I said the same thing I used to say when we came here, "I don't know how you ever left." By Friday morning, feeling more than a little worse for the wear after the first ridiculously late night, I whimpered, "I see why you left this place." Driving away, though, I kept my eye on the For Sale signs, knowing how much easier it would be to buy in this down-market. Not that I can figure out how on earth we could uproot two self-employed people with location-specific clientele.
~~ Night ~~
Seeing her in the window of my mother's house when we pulled up was just what I needed. We collected the kids and came home. Home, together.