Burn out in Memphis

I've hit burn-out. It happened in Memphis. I was in a hotel room trying to fall asleep and was aware that I could hear the people in the room next to me roll over in their bed. If they coughed, it sounded like they were in the room with me. I realized that I was done with sleeping in a different bed every night. I want my bed. Currently my bed is in storage, but I'll settle for a bed that I get and put in an apartment that is mine and that I get to sleep in every night. If I must listen to my neighbors, at least it will be the same neighbors every night.

So my plans of doing a "quick" loop around the southeast has been scrapped. I am currently resting luxuriously in Springfield, Missouri with my aunt and uncle. I am falling in love with their dogs. I'm pestering my Aunt Kathy with a million questions about life trying to learn from her experiences. She has turned out to be excellent guidance. I hope to make progress on my resume and job search but the outlook is iffy. If I know me, I'll put it off until the last minute.

From here, I head to Austin, Texas for a four day vacation with a friend. From there, I'll high-tail back to Portland via the southwest and the California coast. I won't be taking my chances with the Rockies so I'll just have to see the west coast again. Oh, the sacrifices I make for safety.

Outside of Salida, Colorado:

Across Oklahoma:

The view from my Memphis hotel room: