Saturday, October 30, 2010

Last Morning

Well. Today we leave.
I am completely overwhelmed.

If you could see this place, you would be too. Mr. Moon and I have just made ourselves at home here. As in- it's going to be more like MOVING than packing. I think we're going to need a U-Haul to get all this stuff home, mostly kitchen stuff. Like, food.
Over the course of a week I have collected oils and vinegars and spices and peanut butter and oh yes, there are the brownies I made. Three apples sitting forlornly, never touched. I had good intentions. Honey and sugar and coffee and a bag of grits. Mustard and chili sauce and hot sauce and oh....
You get the picture.

I suppose I should get started.

Didn't I promise someone an omelet for breakfast in the throes of happiness last night?
Maybe he's forgotten.

I think I just don't want to leave and all of this stuff is just one more anchor holding me here.

As if I needed one.


  1. Oh Mary, I'M sad for you to leave. What a wondrous, alive week. Dreams, memories, new rambles and all. Thank you so much for sharing it with us in such a real way as it unfolded. I feel as if I had a little escape right along with you.

  2. But the house! Make a low offer! There must be a happy ending!

  3. Thanks for taking us on vacation with you.

  4. Saying goodbye to a vacation is so hard! I get attached to places easily. At least packing all that stuff up and bringing it home will be like bringing a little bit of vacation with you when you leave.

  5. I understand. I really do. Wishing you the best on the transition back to the other life.


Tell me, sweeties. Tell me what you think.