Best laid plans n ‘at. Halfway through packing up the car we realized that there was absolutely no way we’d be able to cram ALL our belongings (stuff we brought down combined with stuff accumulated during our almost 4 months in the city, i.e. kitchen equipment, pillows and duvets, suitcases, FOOD, BOOZE, a million bags and boxes, plus somehow that damn cat in his ginormous Fat Cat Carrier) into our car — we would have to leave non-essentials behind, and come back to retrieve them sometime between xmas and NYE.
TBH, I’m already kind of excited to have an excuse to go back & check out ONE MOAR restaurant or two 
Of course, this required some rearranging, taking stuff back upstairs, etc. etc., so by the time we left town it was rush hour. Add to that a cat that would not STFU while drooling like a waterfall. He does this when he’s nervous. Unfortunately, the nerves also often affect his insides, and so we had to take an exit and clean up the mess he made — an easy cleanup, at the very least.
I’m so glad we asked our tenant to leave a day earlier than we’d initially arranged, because as surreal as it feels right now imagining myself back on stage tomorrow, I would absolutely not have made it in time for our show bc we got in 1.5 hours later than planned 
Since we’d already snarfed up the lemongrass steak banh mi from our lunch on the drive, we ordered a short dozen naked wings & ‘made’ sauce to go with.
It’ll be nice to sleep in our own bed again, in our cozy house. And I’m very happy to be back in my own kitchen 
