It was 6:30 when I finally settled into my room.
I switched to a room further away from the freeway.
It is quieter now.
I am in room 415. There is a door in this room that connects to room 417.
It’s strange to see a door to another room inside of MY room.
It reminds me of the closet in Narnia, and makes me wonder where it leads to….
ROOM 417! I know!
Just entertaining myself with random thoughts as usual.
Sitting in this vomit color hotel room chair next to the window and looking at the rain outside, I notice that, strangely, I am enjoying this.
I guess I lied. Maybe I secretly like traveling even for business. It’s an escape for me, to escape from the real world into a place where no one knows me, where I allow myself to sit idly and wonder aimlessly. There is little else to do anyway.
I will never work up the courage to drop everything, and really run away although I fantasize about it all the time. I am a coward, this is my hideout, and that’s enough.
Every October, and November, when it rains, I listen to this song.
California dreamin…
It brought me to tears countless times before.
It still touches a soft spot inside of me when I am listening to it on repeat today. But I am OK now, even a little happy, giggly happy.