after two weeks away from Denver and the Sheraton hotel, coming back felt like coming home.
I step into the hotel and immediately feel at ease and a sense of familiarity. I greet the same few receptionists who know me by sight, and I go through the same motions I have gone through for the past year and a half.
I step into the hotel room, and immediately a sense of happiness and relief washed over me - a feeling of "I'm home, at last!".
This clearly means that I've been travelling so much (maybe too much?), that the hotel is more like home than anywhere else. How true, I have spent more nights in this place than any other location (DC, Sunnyvale, SF, other places I travelled to), and I've moved around so much that I'm like a nomad. I guess the only place I truly can call home (away from home) is this hotel.
What with all the changes in my life, the one thing that hasn't changed in the past 18 months is this. This Sheraton hotel that I can always rely on, that it will continue to exist with or without me. Perhaps that's why I feel such a sense of relief and home here, I will never need to feel rejected or hurt by this place.
