I’m spending three months travelling across the bottom of America – with a couple of nights in Toronto thrown in. There are going to be a lot of hotel rooms. Mostly budget, some more expensive, a few AirBnB. It’s a long time since I’ve spent such a chunk of time travelling. I remember the pleasure of getting good at living out of a suitcase (or backpack). The blur of rooms all merging together. The little hacks you end up doing in every room to make it work for you. There’s something about the idea of ‘home’ becoming detached from the space of walls and bed and furniture that is ‘mine’ and instead shrinking down to a case, a bag that fascinates me. There’s something scary but also freeing about ‘home’ being a space you rent for just the night. Night after night after night.













