I have escaped to a local Panara to write this (and eat some great pastries!).
Last night I walked into someone's house I just meet with a suitcase, knowing I would stay there that night. I am soooo aware that I work for a non-profit when I am asked if I would stay in someone's home instead of a hotel. I've done this all my life on music and singing tours and mission trips. I think I'm done with it though. I like the people. Their home is nice. But I really prefer the neutrality of a hotel. No matter how lovely or nice people and their home is, it is awkward to be in someone else's home. But you can't really say no thank you. And I don't want to be selfish!
Why don't I like staying in the homes of strangers? Because you have to be "on" all the time. You can't crash after your day. You need to be polite. This morning they suggested I stay there and said there was food, but they already left for work and I sure don't like rummaging through someone else's kitchen I just met. And to be honest I need coffee and wifi away from the "hosts".
So God Bless Panera. :)
Hmmm. I just realized I would not feel the same if this were a lesbian couple or parents of a girlfriend or..... That's interesting.