Dave, Stacy and me.
Jill and I are heading off to Los Angeles in about 3 days and have to say goodbye to my sister and my brother today.
Dave happens to be in town for work and we stayed at Stacy’s house for a few days since she won’t be able to come to our goodbye get together on Thursday.
So, we decided to go out to breakfast before Dave went back to work and Stacy went on to do her daily errands and chores and we set off back to San Francisco to stay with Jill’s friend Aline.
It is one of the double edge swords of being an upwardly mobile vagabond and expatriate: You are always saying hello or goodbye to people you care about and are never sure if you will see them again when you return. Or if you will return.
It all depends on what happens on our travels, and in their lives, as to when and where we will see them and if our schedules match up.
Dave lives up in Portland and we were lucky enough to be near enough for him to BART or drive over to see us and for him to have some free time in between his meetings to do this.
Stacy was nice enough to put us up for a few days and let us hang out with her and her kids, Nate and Will. It is always great to see them and catch up with what they are doing and play around with them.