Steven picked me up at the station, and I was so happy to see him. He asked if I needed to stop anywhere. I told him I’d gladly commit murder for a decent cup of coffee. “No need to kill anyone, Bunny,” he said. “Tim Horton’s is right around the corner.” I told him all about my adventure, barely pausing for air, while he drove.
It’s a strange feeling, this conflict within. I’m so sad to leave Michael and Camille and wish they lived closer. But I’m also so glad to see Steven and the kids and to sleep in my own bed.
I let Michael know I got home safely. He congratulated me on my journey and quoted John Howard Payne: “Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home.” So true. I can’t find a roll of paper towels and my indoor plants are half-dead, but the kids kept Ernie the Kitty alive, and that was most important.
I’m going to save my pennies and hope to take this train trip again in three years. It was restful, peaceful, and gave me the quiet I needed. I spent real quality time with my big brother, who I cherish more than he knows, and would gladly help clean his garage again.
In the meantime, I’m going to practice the new dishes Camille taught me and start the new school year rested and clear-headed. Or at least rested.