I have a confession to make. Sometimes I wake up in the night and have no idea where I am.
It’s a side effect of nearly constant travel. Even in my own bed at home, I will wake up in the darkest part of the night and have to spend a couple of seconds remembering where I am and where the door is before staggering to the kitchen for a glass of water.
I swear that the United gates at EWR look just like the United gates at SAN. Every time I de-plane at one or the other I’m confused for a second, until I see the Earl of Sandwich and re-orient to the East Coast.
At first, this scared me. But now I realize a kind of peaceful joy when it happens. I never dreamed I’d get the chance to travel so much it would confuse my sleeping mind. That I may be dreaming about Hawaii or Barbados and wake up in San Francisco or Barcelona or Prague. What a grand confusion! What an unexpected blessing.
And let’s face it. It’s funny.