hotel room insomnia

So, this is my last of three nights in a hotel room. I'll be glad to go home tomorrow. I'm spoiled living on the mountain away from the noise of cars and other people talking and banging doors. Not to mention the trains blowing their horn at the crossing in front of the hotel or the buzzing and flickering flourescent lights. I find it very difficult to go to sleep in this sterile cubical away from my pets and comfortable bed. The "nightlife" in this town seems to consist of the "boys" hanging out in the gas station parking lot next to the hotel. It makes me very grateful for the artsy, creative town I call home.

The good news is that I've had plenty of time to myself to think before I return home to launch into the next series of projects. In addition, I'm actually making money doing something I enjoy that brings joy to the people I've met here. Sometimes it's necessary to get away from yourself to find yourself again.~w