One last day. A small trip to San Anselmo for lunch and beloved coffee at Comforts. Dinner in the East Bay with dear friends. Then on to the train in Emeryville around 11. It is easier to say goodbye to Marin than it was to Montecito, but still more difficult than I expected.

This trip only confirmed what I’ve known all along: I am a California girl.

I’ll be back on Friday, after much laundry and probably a few episodes of my beloved Australian soap opera from Netflix. Hey… we all recover in our own ways, don’t judge!

Until then, au revoir.