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Morning becomes eclectic
I'm not usually a morning person. My insomnia, when I have it at home, usually comes at night, when my mind won't rest despite my body's need to shut down for a bit. Most mornings, I drag myself out of bed in just enough time to go where I'm expected, and I procrastinate by reading or listening to music until I just can't manage that and still meet my commitments.
But away from home, somehow, it's different. My LARP characters used to sit at the campfire, greeting the dawn. I thought maybe it was the natural light through the tent, the birds singing, that woke me up at the dawning bright and full of energy. These last few trips, though, it's happened to me quite a few mornings.
It's not really the best thing, when the bed is warm and the sleeping company good, and the hotel room small enough that there's not much space to sit and read while your companion sleeps a few more hours, which zie's really got the right to do, being on vacation and all. I'd rather be asleep, but I'm not. The tossing and turning and wiggling and pretending to sleep just won't do.
So there's really nothing else but to go out for a while. I'm coming to the conclusion that I'd be wise to keep staying in areas which have a nice city walk nearby in the morning. In San Francisco, we were staying right on the edge of Chinatown. This gave me a walk that was bustling and full of strong smells and strange foods and hills to climb steep enough to make me breathe wonderfully deeply, along a commercial street full of groceries and butchers and bakeries and early-morning shoppers. All this, a bag of cherries, and some baked red bean buns. I was in heaven. And by the time 7 am had turned to 9:30 and my cell phone rang with an awake companion on the other end, I felt like I'd already had a wonderful day.
I'm dreaming of having a life when I can feel that way by 9:30 every morning. But I can't quite smell what it would be like.
But away from home, somehow, it's different. My LARP characters used to sit at the campfire, greeting the dawn. I thought maybe it was the natural light through the tent, the birds singing, that woke me up at the dawning bright and full of energy. These last few trips, though, it's happened to me quite a few mornings.
It's not really the best thing, when the bed is warm and the sleeping company good, and the hotel room small enough that there's not much space to sit and read while your companion sleeps a few more hours, which zie's really got the right to do, being on vacation and all. I'd rather be asleep, but I'm not. The tossing and turning and wiggling and pretending to sleep just won't do.
So there's really nothing else but to go out for a while. I'm coming to the conclusion that I'd be wise to keep staying in areas which have a nice city walk nearby in the morning. In San Francisco, we were staying right on the edge of Chinatown. This gave me a walk that was bustling and full of strong smells and strange foods and hills to climb steep enough to make me breathe wonderfully deeply, along a commercial street full of groceries and butchers and bakeries and early-morning shoppers. All this, a bag of cherries, and some baked red bean buns. I was in heaven. And by the time 7 am had turned to 9:30 and my cell phone rang with an awake companion on the other end, I felt like I'd already had a wonderful day.
I'm dreaming of having a life when I can feel that way by 9:30 every morning. But I can't quite smell what it would be like.