I was pretty excited to see the door to my own apartment. After many strange doors in strange hotels had been its stand-in, I was ready for the original. No strange bedspreads to be seen and no questionable continental breakfast either.
Not surprisingly, I've returned with one bag more than I left with. Gained items include a white cowboy hat, peach salsa, an alligator refrigerator magnet, and some postcards that still need to be sent (sorry!).
Serious questions remain - what will I do tomorrow without waffle house for breakfast? Who will give me strange directions to a campus parking lot? For the time being, I'll let all that wait and do some laundry that doesn't include a hotel room sink.
To the open road!