Time to go home. Heavy sigh.
I’ve really enjoyed spending time with Michael and Camille. Their house is so peaceful. Camille is so kind and generous, especially with her culinary knowledge, and Michael… well, Michael is the big brother everybody just wishes they had. I am so very, very lucky.
After I dragged my lazy butt out of bed around 10, I packed up my things and had a cup of coffee. I started browsing for audiobooks for the trip home while I ate an English muffin topped with the last of Bonne Maman’s strawberry preserves.
Then Michael and I sat on the deck, laughing at TikTok videos and chatting for a while. Truth be told, I can’t remember exactly what we talked or laughed about, but it was quiet and simple and memorable for the time spent together.
I had my leftover lasagna from Grazie’s for lunch, did a final sweep to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, and before I knew it, it was time to head to the train station.
It took about half an hour to get to the Everett station through rush hour traffic, but we got there with time to spare. Michael waited with me until the train arrived—much too soon, if you ask me. I really didn’t want to leave, but I’ve got the cardiologist on Monday, so staying longer wasn’t an option. I really need to get to the bottom of the whole heart attack thing.
This time, my roomette was on the north side of the train, so the scenery was a little different on the way back. Greg, my car assistant, stopped by to let me know I had the 8:00 p.m. dinner reservation in the dining car.
And just like that, I was headed home.
