Momma Told Me: Home is where the heart is.
Every time I go on vacation, no matter how many months I anticipate, or what the culminating event is, I always find myself one foot through the door (of my hotel room) and one heartache away from home. I love seeing the world, meeting new people, and expanding my list of experiences, but there is something so clinical about even the sharpest of hotel rooms, it's simply hard for me to truly relax. I recall the first time I discovered hostels, when my bestie headed out on her complimentary 3 week tour of Europe, trekking across Ireland and sharing tales of (American) underage drinking. I was gren, pun intended, with envy, but I also couldn't understand how she could spend so much time away from home without getting home sick. As traveling students go, she was, in fact, staying in a variety of student minded hostels and host houses across the continent. Some of them were little beat up holes in the wall with 8-10 students per room, and a single bathroom to a building, while others were actual homes she explained to be as 'magical as Harry Potter
birdbnb project. It's hard to accurately describe the beauty of this installation, a the Tree of Life in New Orleans, LA; but the video below is well worth a few minutes pause, as is the Birdbnb website, which showcases each of the 50 replicas and a fully interactive 360 degree view of the exhibit.
What Daughter Says: Every traveler, no matter how small, deserves a home as unique as they are.