we handed over the keys, double checking with M. deVimes that the apartment was in the same shape we found it in. luckily he'd missed the small oily marks on the walls from the sticky tack that held up our posters. we'd been worried because he seemed like a real stickler when we moved in. he actually counted the number of holes in the walls in each room. everything was fine; we should see our deposit deposited in our bank account in a month.
dragged all the bags down to corinne's waiting car. fit - barely. and she wisks us to the TGV terminal for the first leg of our journey back. which is: train to aix en provence, shuttle to the marseille airport, shuttle to our airport hotel to spend a quick night since our flight is at 6am the next day. sleep. shuttle back to the airport. argue about baggage weight restrictions. hassle. pay extra. to frankfurt. to pdx. to vivaron's. begin painful and disorienting reintegration process.
at the hotel, miss was having a little bit of anxiety about the coming changes. i made us both calmer with the idea that we were in the space between chapters. the blank page that's left to let the mind pause before digging in again in a new direction. we can sort the future out later.