We all have to sleep somewhere

I have recently had it pointed out that my sleeping situation is inaccurately portrayed by my blog. Let me correct this misunderstanding. Though I do in fact occasionally sleep in my car, that is in no way my norm. Something about waking up with no distractions around me usually means I am on the road with a little extra time for myself – time that I can spend writing in my blog and journal. When I sleep on couches, I tend to socialize with my couch host and fill my spare time with discussion or small talk, rather than sitting aloof with the warm glow of my computer monitor on my down-turned face. On the occasion I sleep in hotels, I apparently wake up dreaming of department store corruption, and conspiracies to turn people into nude zombies. Or perhaps that was just last night. My most recent car sleeping experience taught me that while I fulfill some fantasy of recklessness and adventure by parking my car and pulling a sleeping bag over my body, the experience is not enjoyable when the weather is horrid out. Remind me next time it is cold out that I had decided those nights were unacceptable car sleeping nights.

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I am amazed at how easily I am able to push aside the constant daily practice of booking shoots, places to sleep, and creating travel plans when absorbed in a life with a steadily predicable roof over my head, a kitchen to cook in, and constant company of the man I love. On the flip side, I can easily jump back into booking and working mode when on the road by myself. It is almost as though I am completely divided. Soon enough I will return to my continual model mode, driving to and up the entire east coast. I plan to work in practically every Eastern state between April and June.

My alone time this morning is about an hour and a half before my shoot in an abandoned building in a small city neighboring Biloxi, Mississippi. This town is rather small and desolate, but I found a small restaurant with breakfast and coffee for six dollars and a dose town atmosphere. The gypsy in me finds pleasure in traveling around unknown towns and stumbling upon places to sit, write or read, eat, and most importantly, drink coffee.

Photo by Kallitsis. This couchsuring woman likes a good, funky, frumpy couch.