Hotel Wherever
Hotel this, hotel that. Hotel somewhere, hotel wherever.
The well of hospitality runs dry. Hopping from place to place chasing hope is tiring precisely because it feels so good. But running away from the past hurts. And as you may know, hostility to your past damages your soul.
So when I reject my past I reject myself.
What is the cure? Can it be one more hotel, nine more, or twenty seven?
No.
I must find my peace where I am today. And lay down in the bed I already have.
Hotel California was never the answer. Leaving is never the golden ticket and there is no silver bullet.
The promised ride across some frozen river doesn't open until after you need it.
So take a look around, ask yourself what you need, be sure enough of your answer, and purchase an ounce of peace from the ruins of your few or many failures.
Enough hotel whatever. Time to buy a new home inside the old apartment where I used to live.
This is where I used to live. This is where I will stay tonight.