Laughing

Tears were running down my cheeks and I couldn't stop laughing. I haven't laughed like that for 17 years. And it was just a few sentences on one of the pages of Brian Thacker's book Sleeping Around, A couch surfing tour of the globe that caused that.

I haven't traveled since 2001 (that trip last year to Macedonia was not the same as my previous travels because I was just traveling with a group of people not having my own wishes to see something or visit a special place). The thought of couch surfing is appealing but at the same time I am not that kind of person who would like to spend time with unknown people longer than necessary. I am a loner. I met lots of people on my travels, some stayed at my place (well, actually it was my parent's place, and I had lots of trouble with that), I stayed at only one. It is true that it felt like being a lifelong friend with some of them although we spent together just a couple of hours or maybe a day or two. Today I wouldn't want someone that I don't know to stay in my house. At least not at the moment when the rooms are still so crammed. And obviously the Universe thinks that I need some more troubles in my home right now.