Where the magic doesn't happen

I’ve been sleeping into different hotel beds for the past (almost) 4 weeks. I am told that I am lucky to have a job that takes me to different places but sometimes, in quiet times, I still feel like there’s nowhere I’d rather be than 1) home and 2) in his arms.

It’s been such a busy week, alternating packing and unpacking and getting on and off airplanes. Work is fucking work and it doesn’t help that I miss everyone.

The Little Nell, Aspen, Colorado
February 2011