The other day I had one of those disorienting moments where you wake up and don’t which bed you are sleeping in. The weird part was I didn’t know which bed I should be in. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a permanent bed to sleep in. I did a quick count, and realized that over the past year I’ve spent the night in 34 different beds. About half of those were during the Grand European Adventure with Ben. I think the longest I’ve spent in any one location was the 4 months I spent in Waterloo.