“I stared at his disappearing form and tears flowed down my face.
By 7am this morning in the full glare of morning I decided to return to Bim earlier than planned. The household will survive without the new linens, kettle and DS games I should have secured.”
Sometimes the rock seems so small, sometimes so large – but there’s no place else we’d want to live.
Ingrid is in Miami on a shopping trip but she can’t sleep so she’s coming home early.
A worthy read at her blog Notes from a Small Rock: Lost in Transit
Welcome home, Ingrid!