Darryl and I moved out of Fresche Blanc Wednesday. Our train was scheduled to depart Thursday morning.
Rather than spending the night in a hostel, I asked Sharon if she would mind our staying with her. She said of course she didn't. So we moved all our baggage into her kitchen and piled it beside the sink.
Since she has been working non-stop for weeks, Sharon decided to use her afternoon off to catch up on her sleep. Darryl followed suit while I, too awake to even think about sleeping, contented myself in the kitchen making tea and listening to music that would match the tempo of the rain falling outside the window.
Somewhere in between brewing the tea and Sharon waking up to get ready and go to the gym, I felt infinite, as if I could carve a place in the world where the possibility of drinking tea in the afternoons while looking out windows was entirely possible.
I can honestly say that that night at Sharon's was one of my best in Nantes and it made me realize just how much I am going to miss her. I hope our paths cross again.
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