Since October 2008, I've been sleeping around.
I've slept on planes and trains, on boats and in busses, on sticky floors, couches, air-mattresses, no-mattresses, Thai bungalows, African huts, Korean dorm rooms, hostel bunks, fancy hotels, love motels, roach motels, and B&Bs. I've slept out in the sticks in Asia, the suburbs in Canada, the bush in South Africa, and the cul-de-saq where I grew up.
Last night, for the first time in over 27 months, I slept in my own bed.
I finally caved in and went digging through storage to get it.
Let's pause to reflect on the gloriousness of the moment...
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You never really feel like you're home until you're sleeping in your own bed.
Ahhh, it's good to FINALLY be home!
..too bad I won't be sleeping here for long...
