in the past 2 months, i’ve slept in 20 different places… (trust me, i counted). i’ve crashed on airplanes and airport floors. i’ve slept on the roof of a house and on the sand of the arabia. i’ve shared rooms with 6 others, beds with friends, and even slept in the rooms of stranger artists. i’ve stayed with new zealanders, texans, and i even bedded down with the little mermaid in her island home (no, i’m not joking… if you know lisa, you know what i’m talking about). i’ve seen the arabian sky, snow skied in the desert, and baked cookies with royalty… i’ve traveled the world from a borrowed bed. the sleep that was supposed to be refreshing was instead depleting and now i am completely and utterly exhausted.
yet somehow, i have survived. tonight, however, it is over… tonight, i returned “home.” an elevated bed awaited me far above the cold floor. it is padded with down feathers and covered with 800 count egyptian cotton sheets… this epic adventure can now be labeled complete.
