Our permanent house guest left this morning, fled overseas to grannies and grandpas continuing his seemingly constant search for peace for his mental health issues.
He was funny, he had all day yesterday to say good bye, but he waited until Sam and I were in bed with the light off. Then he knocked on the door.
He said he was no good at goodbyes, as he struggled to hold back the tears. Thanked us for our kindness and understanding.
Sam had gotten out of bed to open the bedroom door, so he gave him a hug.
I lay in bed wondering if I was going to get up in my undies and give him a hug, but I didn't.
Anyway, after a lot of clunking and thumping, I got out of bed to the sound of the front door closing this morning to see him trying to stuff his huge bags into what seemed like the smallest Uber possible.
See ya kid.
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