it's nice to be missed, comforting even, but knowing that people miss me makes me realize how many people i do miss. and it's not just people, it's smells, food, the feeling that familiar places give me that i didn't notice until now that i'm constantly in different and unfamiliar settings. i miss that feeling of "aaahhhh" i get when i walk in the door to my house and it smells like me. i don't think i even smell like me anymore. all this weird laundry detergent and strange air has probably altered my scent a fair bit. hopefully my cat will recognize me when i get home.
hostels never have a comforting scent. this is probably due to the fact that most backpackers don't bathe as often as they should. i've never felt unsafe in a hostel, but there is something unsettling about sleeping underneath and next to strangers crammed in like sardines on squeaky bunk-beds. i was surprised to learn how many people talk in their sleep. i can only hope that i'm not one of them. who knows what kind of incriminating things my subconscious would come up with.
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Hi Ashley! It's Debbie Bozeman. I caught up on your travels this morning and wanted to say that I think you are doing such a wonderful thing! And you appear to be sucking every experience you can out of this trip! Good for you. You write beautifully and I've enjoyed the postings.
Take care, be safe and ENJOY!!
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