Chilling out on the bed in your hotel room watching television, while wearing your own pajamas, is sometimes the best part of a vacation.
When you get into a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a secrecy, there is a luxury, there is fantasy. There is the comfort. There is a reassurance.
So I’m more at home with my backpack, sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane than I am necessarily on a bed. It’s weird being here. It feels like I’m standing next to my real life.
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