Marseille to Willows
11-hour flight
This time, I am flying alone.
Though Sacha might come and visit too.
Cookies guaranteed.
It has nearly been a year since my last trip “home.”
Gabriel said before I left, “Have a good, good, good… good, goooooood, (he was searching for the word in English to come after good and while doing so kept saying good.) plane ride.” And then he added, “I love you.”
Melt.
Chelsea waved goodbye as they left our home but then had to drive around the block because Olivia wanted to say goodbye again to me.
Double melt.
Love is such a gift.
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Yann drove me to the airport, and luckily, I caught him before he headed home because the ticket I thought I had bought was not the ticket I bought but had kept on hold! So, my plans to leave today were dashed. I rebooked my ticket for another day.
Later today, I went to see the Pickles. They stared at me in disbelief, “Did you go to America?”
I explained my error and how important it is to double-check details. Because I hadn’t, I missed my flight. We talked a bit more about it. And I then carried on with our day.
All is good. It’s just a change of plan. At least my suitcase is packed, my passport and ticket are ready to go, and I double-checked for next time.
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