In which John and Ryan are fixin’a come back home and Holly wrote them a note thanking them for their hospitality but expressing disappointment over not getting to enjoy a violent confrontation with their dogs – whom she’s searched for all over and couldn’t find.
We took one more long walk in the Heights and dreamt about this beautiful neighborhood. I watered the frogs and plants and cleaned our stuff out of the guest suite – making sure to return Bartholomew the carousel horse to the bed.
Our little getaway was inspiring in many different ways. It brought on some new energy and a fresh perspective. Also some clarity about things we might want for the future.