The Floor

I slept on the floor last night.

For ten months I have wanted nothing more than to sleep in my own bed.  While pilgrimaging across the country (yes-I know I just made that word up) I slept on pullout mattresses, undersized couches and on top of a twin mattress with a 6-foot-2 man. It was awful… just plain awful.  Yet, last night, once I finally returned home to my super sweet, oversized, 1986 waterbed I slept on the floor.   

In truth I only slept there as an experiment. 

On Monday I am moving to Nashville.  I will begin work at Rocketown 24 hours later.  I see it as a blessing.  I am ready to call it home.

I was supposed to move into an apartment on June 1^st.  It was a really great place: cheap, spacious and an unbelievable location.  Two weeks ago, however, the management company called and said it wouldn’t be available until August 6^th.  I was left scrambling. 

My friend Kyle said I could stay at his casa.  He lives there with some buddies.  I will sleep in the music room without a bed.

I slept on the floor last night to see if I could handle it for 10 weeks.   

In many ways Eric and my pilgrimage ended 10 days ago.  We finished volunteering, my car has been returned and we are out of money.  But as I visualize the eight hour drive ahead of me and know that I have no bed to call my own, I can’t help but feel like the journey lingers on.

Thank you for your support these last ten months.  Your love, assistance and encouragement has meant more than you will ever know. 

May the journey never end,
Kent