The beautiful thing about going without my own things is the way I appreciate them when I once more have them back.
Sleeping on a hotel bed is okay. Sleeping on my daughter's couch was sweet. Sleeping on the blow up bed my sister loaned me sure beat sleeping on the floor, but nothing is better than sleeping in my own bed, which I will do tonight.
The same is true for the little recliner I had in the hotel. It certainly served its purpose. The metal folding chair I have used for the past three days was better than sitting on the floor too, but never relaxing. I actually fell asleep in my own cozy recliner tonight.
While things are just that, when they are my things, they bring a comfort level I really welcome after all the changes of the past few months.
I am not feeling particularly philosophical, or spiritual tonight. I am simply sleepy and as soon as I mail this out into the vast world of the internet, I am going to climb into my bed, pull my own cover up over me and snuggle down into my pillows for a long night's sleep.
Sweet dreams.
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