On the fifth floor of a hotel in Tampa, Florida, sits an exhausted ‘me’.
I’ve logged an obnoxious amount of hotel time the last 48 months…. Sitting in an empty hotel room after a long day, while on assignment is strangely familiar and terrifyingly comfortable.
When I’m i get to the middle part of the trip, I’ve been away from home long enough to kinda feel like my life at home is on pause. I’m also far enough away from leaving here that I can’t get excited about going back.
There’s really odd waves of “guilt”. It kinda starts with me missing my dog. Then I feel bad about being away from family and being disconnected from friends or loved ones.
Being on the road can re-program a person. It’s hard to articulate how that’s true and it’s kinda painful to sit down and easily expand on that thought.
Tampa is an interesting place. I learned today that they have a river walk. It’s nothing like the one in San Antonio. It isn’t really like the one in Chicago. It kinda reminded me of a waterfront in a few cities that I’ve been to, but Tampa’s downtown development is breathtaking.
Picked up a little bit on its history today too. I learned more about Ybor today and am looking forward to exploring that more tomorrow. I e been working there all week and have become acquainted with the roosters.
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Ybor has a number of wild chickens and rosters that are protected species, roaming the streets