June 27, 2011 by Heather
Andrew just left with Hannah & Matt to take them to the airport.
…And I’m left here, in our tiny, far-away space. With a cup of coffee and 45 minutes until I have to hop on my bike and ride to work and smile and help rich foodies find just the right baguette pan.
There is a puddle of tears on the windowsill from watching them drive away.
And I’m having thoughts that I probably shouldn’t write about on here because later on, when I’m feeling less lonely, I will (maybe) not feel that way anymore. It is hard to know whether they stem from pure emotion, PMS, or actual reality.
Probably a good mix of all three.