In a Somnia

Here I find myself again. Night after night as long as I can remember. Doing the usual rutine while everyone else sleeps. Some times there are subtle additions that vary my nightly rutine (just to keep me on my toes, i'm sure). These subtle additions usually come with where I just so happen to be staying that evening. I have grown accustomed to house-hopping (or couch surfing) for about two years now. Seeing as how I have been living in the University dorms during school, I only have to worry about this during holidays and summer vacation. The result of this couch surfing extravaganza is the variation of nightly patterns which rely on when my gracious host chooses to sleep, and what I have access to. Here are some examples:

Mummy and her Boyfriend: They go to bed around 9:30-10:00 p.m. and I have access to satellite t.v. Unfortunately, no internet. It's a long long long night of Roseanne reruns and subpar history channel specials. But there is quite the nice leather couch that I have full access to... except I have to share it with the two cats.

Downtown chums: No internet. No television. Small scractchy couch in the same room as the gracious host. Gracious host likes to have boyfriend over. A lot. It's awkward. They go to bed eventually...

Sugarhouse buddies: These guys are great to stay with, but you don't want to overstay your welcome. They stay up until about 3 a.m. (mostly drinking and smoking hookah and weed). No internet, BUT there IS an N64. And there are a couple couches to choose from. Lots of merry company into the wee hours.

Emergency residence: This is the place I go to if there is an option between this place and a parking lot. Not because it's trashy... because it isn't... but it's a home with a young family. I chill in the basement as everyone goes to bed at 8:00 p.m. and it's only for a single night if ever.

Home Sweet Home: This is the place I have found myself staying the most. Not out of my own personal want and need, but my more-than gracious host invites me to stay for long periods of time. Average bedtime here is 11:00 p.m. which is pretty good. I usually have a mattress, but I have been upgraded to a bedroom, huzzah! I have internet and unlimited access to food and t.v. at all hours. Only conditions (which I have made myself for myself) is that I watch my language a bit. Seeing as how they are mormons, I find that it is probably a courtesy I owe them. My sailor mouth must be leashed!... temporarily.

Couch-surfing has taught me how extraordinarily generous people can be. I hope that in the near future I can have the means to repay everyone who has helped me. For now, they have my undying gratitude. I just hope I can creep around as quiet as the little hobbit I am without waking them up during the wee hours.