Yesterday we hosted all of my co-workers, along with Betty Forestier and Hanna, to a crepe feast. Jonathan made 3 batches of crepes, enough for a small army.
Tonight, we went to Buck Mulligan’s and met some of my co-workers for a final farewell. They’re all such wonderful individuals and I’ve enjoyed getting to meet them so much – I wish that I knew them better and I hope that we continue to stay in touch and I continue to get to know more about them as the years pass. A year goes by too quickly.
I managed not to cry until we’d said goodbye and I was on the tram (lucky Jonathan and Hanna that I always can hold out till they’re stuck with me alone).
Tomorrow we are saying goodbye to the first place we’ve ever called home as a married couple. Accordingly, I’m spastically taking pictures of every aspect of it. It has felt like a dream living here, and we’ve loved it, and hate to say goodbye.
But putting everything into perspective, tonight as we were eating dinner (another chink off of our bucket list – a Chateau Olivier 2009 paired with a comte a.o.p. Juramont), the windows open, a lovely breeze coming in, the light still bright at 9:30, a drunk homeless man stuck his head in the window.
So living elsewhere will have its advantages, I’m sure.