I’ve been travelling quite a bit these past few months. It looks like things will not wind down until well into October, if I’m lucky. It’s mostly for work. We’ve been zipping in and out of cities near and far. Well, not near enough to drive, however. Sometimes, we get to visit with relatives but more often, we’ve been crashing into various hotels. Most have come a long way to make travelers more comfortable, with choices on mattress and pillow firmness, temperature controls, soft thick towels, free wi-fi, water, water, water, the odd freshly baked cookie, to name a few. But there’s still nothing like my own bed in my room. My hubby admits to the same.
Don’t get me wrong. I love to travel. It’s one of my favorite indulgences. Part of the joy of traveling is coming back to familiar surroundings. The bedside table with the trusty reading lamp. The fluffed up pillows with just the right amount of firmness. The partially open window at night to let the fresh cool soft breeze in. And waking up to the sound of birds outside is such joy!
I love my bed. I look forward to easing my weary body under the covers, setting my alarm and turning off the lamp. I swing across for a kiss and the rest is zzzzzzzzzzz……..
We all need our little sanctuary where everything is too familiar and every inch of space is forever committed to memory.
P.S. I promise to be more conscientious with my posts and reading yours. Soon!
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