by klassman

I’m home.

It was a long day yesterday.  I woke at 2.30 a.m. fully clothed and laying crosswise on the hotel bed with the lights on.  After I set an alarm, found the light switches and the bathroom and crawled back into bed I still had to look forward to waking early, packing a suitcase of stinky clothes, dismantling and packing my bike, a cab ride, two flights, one layover, and another cab before I could get where I belonged, before I was home.

Boy, was it all worth it.