Staying in hostels is great fun, I have met some wonderful people and have enjoyed tapping into the wealth of travel knowledge and community spirit that are so readily shared at these places. Despite the fact that a roommate of mine in Chicago slept in the nude (and was apparently too hot for sheets), and that there is a need to always wear thongs in the bathroom, my experience of hostels has been brilliant.
But there is something to be said for the comfort of a home and the love of a family. There is nothing in the world quite like it.
Staying with family (and friends who might as well be family) has been like finding oases in beautiful deserts: whilst there are still some amazing things to be seen wondering around on your own, knowing that there is a friendly place to stop along the way is a luxury that makes any journey far more enjoyable.
So thank you to all who have already endured me, and thank you in advance for all those who have volunteered themselves for the future. I genuinely appreciate the family time much more than you might realise.
Sweet home Chicago.
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you better have taken pics of your room mate.
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