It hit me this morning as I was eating my Special K out of a Styrofoam bowl with a small plastic spoon, drinking my juice out of a small plastic cup and drinking my coffee out of a paper cup. One of the soul draining things about travel like this and living in hotels 4 nights a week is the impermanence it instills. It's all throwaway. It doesn't make you feel grounded and a part of anything permanent. It sucks.
Hitting the road back to Atlanta for the weekend. See you later.
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