I wake up early. I shouldn't be surprised by this, but I am. Though we had an amazing dinner with Mich last night at Gaylen's in Bar Harbor followed up by a presidential dessert excursion to Mount Desert Island Ice Cream and though we are leaving today to head home, I'd hoped to sleep in past six a.m. I began packing. Doing laundry. Making sure that the house is left in pristine condition.
The New Husband woke up shortly after. "You know I can't sleep once you get out of bed."
"Sorry. We've got to get going though."
"What's the rush?"
"Well I want to get out of here before all of the people with their Saturday to Saturday rentals are on the road. I want to get home and dig myself out of the email and voicemail black hole and we did say we were stopping at the outlets to pick up a few things for ourselves."
"True. I'll go get ready."
We had the car packed by 8 a.m. We trekked over to Mich's place but it didn't look like he was awake so we left him a note on the refrigerator and said our farewells to the Cove. Around Belfast, we got stuck behind a parade of motorcycles. It was fun to watch them pass and far less fun to be driving behind them most of the way back to I-95.
Outlet shopping was fun - for me at least. I'm genetically prone to enjoy such things. The New Husband, however, was ready to leave after his first misadventure in the Reebok store. We did manage to get some much needed items, even if I've still not cured my body dysmorphia which means that I almost always buy clothes that are too large on me and then end up disappointed when I get home. Look, those fitting rooms freak me out and distort me even further. And sizing is weird at outlets anyway.
It felt nice to get home to our own space. It was even nicer that our Maid of Honor, who stayed at our place after our wedding, had not only left the place spotless, but had also restocked some of our supplies for us.
We immediately fell into our routine. "Where do you want to go for dinner?"
"No, where do you want to go?"
"Let's snuggle on the couch and watch some t.v."
"Okay, but really, think about where you want to go for dinner."
"Maybe we should stay in."
"There's nothing defrosted."
"Oh yeah, good point. Okay, so where do you want to go?" Until eventually, I just had to make the call or we would've been going in circles all night. To keep it interesting, I chose a place we've driven by countless times and had never visited. A woman played piano while we ate. We discussed the virtues of popovers, but how these weren't as good as the ones from Maine.
Ah, Maine.
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