Sometimes you just want your own bed.
I always craved adventure and a life that everyone else thought of as exciting. And while my life is full...and full of a lot of things that keep me constantly busy, I'm realizing that the more I travel, the more I really like my own home.
I had to wait thirty extra minutes for dinner last night and wound up eating alone because there was a show about to begin. I waited 35 minutes for a bus and another 15 for the same bus in the evening... I take for granted that in my own house and in my own kitchen I get to eat and do as I please. My car is right there-no lines, no waiting and no paying for parking. Little things. I know these are little things that are givens or on autopilot at home.
While I am grateful to be in a beautiful hotel room, learning a ton and having my voice heard, I miss my bed and my blender.
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