apropos of anything

Sunday morning, after you’ve gone to bed extremely late and woken up relatively early because the phone keeps ringing. You’ve had breakfast, but you’re still sluggish, so you head back on upstairs to the room with the sunlight and the bed that would be the envy of the entire population of three states, if only they knew about it.

You’re not there ten minutes before there’s someone stretched out on the other side of the bed, and a third person sprawled across the foot, and you’re lounging, chatting, catching up, strengthening bonds that are already pretty darn strong.

This is what keep you coming back, despite the expense and the stress, despite the 5:30 a.m. flights, despite sometimes dropping your suitcase and laptop bag down an escalator and bowling over two people.

(Confidential to S.: Do you understand now?)

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