Why sleeping at home is the best

Due to my status as a commuter, I sometimes crash on a random couch or in a kindly offered guest accommodation. And then I live out of a carry-on suitcase, a tote bag turned into a work bag, and a smaller shoulder bag. Yes, I am a glorified pack mule. If you see me huffing, hauling, and struggling with all that stuff; just look the other way. I stand there utterly ridiculous for jan-with-the-short.

When I arrive home again, I first cuddle with my partner and immediately after with the bed. I am totally, extremely, completely, absurdly attached to my own bed. And not just to the bed, also to my duvet cover of the right kind of softness, my pillow of just the right firmness, and the duvet in just the right fluffiness. Plus the temperature in the bedroom, which is just cool enough with a breeze now and then. Yes, I am an ungrateful guest. My sincere apologies to all my friends and family who have offered me shelter. I really do like to stay over again.

But why is sleeping at home the best? Well, I can think of a few reasons…
1. Your wardrobe hangs in the closet. A big plus, because in such a slightly too small suitcase, everything gets a bit musty and stale. So you arrive at an appointment in a slightly wrinkled outfit.
2. Actually, everything is also in the place where I like it. Logical, because I put it there myself. Even though I am a supreme nest builder when you put me in a hotel or apartment. I go all out in making it my own, but you don’t do that when you’re staying over at someone else's house for a night.
3. My temperature gets out of whack in a different environment. At least, it seems that way. Too warm in the middle of the night, too cold in the morning, a bit lukewarm in the evening. Just a bit meh.
4. The taxi is worth it to drop you in your own environment after a glass too many for a few euros too much. Those are really the best euros spent from the evening the next morning, believe me.
5. It’s all so wonderfully your own. The toilet, your bathroom, the breakfast table, but everything. You feel so comfortably at home.
6. I am not aware of time. But seriously. I roughly keep to the time frame of my usual morning ritual, but it’s always too short or just veeeeeery long.
7. So during the startup, I become the inflexible version of myself. I am attached to my shower, the number of steps from the bed to the toilet, and the position of my coffee on the kitchen table. And yes, also to my beloved across from me.