Travel day is…never any fun.
Travel day out that is, travel day home is tiring but lovely because you’re well…going home. But, travel day out? That last overnight in the hotel before boarding always feels so…empty.
Hotels are not really very much fun when you’re all on your own. Just you, and your laptop, and your luggage; which you don’t unpack because who unpacks for one night. You use your meager per dium to dine on the company dime, and when it’s finally late enough, you try to sleep…
The transient night in between worlds…when all of your worlds are outside of you…and the only company you have is the television and your own head…
Anticipitory and melancoly all at the same time…
There is nothing that makes you feel quite so odd, or isolated, as being in a hotel room alone…suspended in between realities…
But…tomorrow is another adventure!
Off, to adventure, and what lies beyond.