My wonderful French-neighbor-friend went back home today after two months of living downstairs. I feel like I he just arrived. Whenever he’s in town, his sister and brother-in-law have him do home improvement projects, so I always see him in the backyard or in the garage or taking the dogs out.
When I came home from work today I could feel his absence, and it hit me that I won’t be seeing him on my way in and out anymore. I really hate goodbyes.
Thankfully, we had one last hoorah today. I remember taking him to Duck and Bunny two years ago for Drunken Raspberry Hot chocolates (the best hot chocolate ever), and that’s where we went today. This time we added brunch to our dessert. It was a great lunch together, but mixed with a twinge of sadness and the impending farewell.
Marc Omar, safe travels to you. I hope the next time I see you, we will be sunning ourselves on a beach in Greece :)
Bon voyage, my friend.