The calm between the travel, when our bags sit idle in the closet and all the laundry baskets are empty, is like the last breath before you fall asleep. There’s a calm you feel when there’s nothing to do but be at home and listen to the fan cord ticking against the glass bulbs and the dishwasher running that you won’t find in a stylish hotel room. Room service wasn’t here tonight to bring us salads with dressing in plastic cups. Maids weren’t here this morning to remake the twisted sheets and clean the towels left on the floor. Bellboys didn’t carry our bags and front desk hosts didn’t send us out the door with umbrellas and cheery “Good mornings”. Instead today we picked up our own shoes and suitcases and plates and made it through the day alone.
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