the deep tug of home…

We’ve all had that feeling, of half waking and wondering where we are…especially when we travel.

Don’t get me wrong…I love the firm wide beds of the Quinta’s and Comforts, the Hampton’s and the Day’s; the plethora of pillows, the wide screen TV’s with HBO and Showtime!!

But deep in sleep, when I turn on my left side, I am dismayed to find there is no gentle breeze from my window blowing across my face. And on my right, when I look to the wall to orient myself with the bamboo print that Susan brought back from her first trip to China, it isn’t there. And for a moment, I am lost.

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