Going Home

The end of the trip came too soon.  Most of us were a bit hung over (I drink lots of water so I escape that fate), but I was up early and showered, packed and ready to go. I came out of the bathroom and headed to the room that I occupied for my visit.  Sasha (the dog) was there and let out a bark which had me jumping out of my skin…too freaking funny, and there was P, sitting Indian style on the floor.  So I copped a squat and we jawed together until the rest of the house came to life. 

It was so nice to just enjoy her.  I miss her conversations and the fun we had when she was a Californian.  And I’m so appreciative of her giving me my kitty (whom I miss horribly).  It’s funny, but the Virgo ladies of my life are pretty much cut from the same cloth I am.  It doesn’t matter what our ages are, we pretty much roll the same way, and I love that.  Of course there is that Capricorn and Taurus that roll with me too, but I’d swear that they have a little Virgo in them.

We ended up stopping at Panera Bakery and getting something to eat. L came up with the smart idea to purchase sandwiches for the flight since it’s difficult to find something worth eating that isn’t too expensive.  On the way to the airport, P admired my stainless steel water bottle, so I left it in the car for her when we got out.  M gave us a big hug, but you could tell he was getting verklempt so he hurried up and got back in the car. P hugged us and explained that ritual that goes with M getting in the car and her being upset, so he calms her.  Those two were meant to be together, that’s for damned sure.

Flight back was pretty uneventful, but I didn’t get into my own bed until sometime between 11 and midnight…not to mention being hyped up and couldn’t drop off to sleep right away.