Home, Comfort and Motivation
I got back from California about a week ago.
Last week was hard.
It's hard to go to a place where, despite the face that your life isn't necessarily there anymore, you're comfortable.
You have a dishwasher and a tumble dryer. You know where everything is and could quite happily give directions to someone if they asked you where the closest bank is.
You go into a grocery store and you know where and what everything is.
You have a power shower and a bathroom with an actual counter top instead of just a free-standing sink.
You can get in the car and drive to you favorite Starbucks at 9:30 at night just because you can.
You can drive alone in a car with the windows down and your favorite radio station playing, and actually recognize every song that comes on.
I'm comfortable in California.
But it's not my home.
