The Last Day
The Last Day I think that when you have space before or after something there’s still the possibility of more. But the last day is – by necessity – finite. We wanted to make the most of it. And in true Claridge style we planned way too much. We wanted to eat at Pella’s. It had become such a staple for our family that it felt wrong not to have it one last time. But it didn’t open until 9:00. And we had returned most of our library rentals, but we had held onto a couple of things for the last night, mostly so Amy could lose at one final board game. So we had a couple of things to drop off. And the library didn’t open until 10:00. Then our train left from the rautatiesema at 11:00. And we’d have to tram there. So the windows were tight. We were pretty much all packed and ready to go before leaving for Pella’s. That was more of an effort than it sounds like. And surprisingly emotional. Ev...