There's a really interesting article on NPR right now featuring a man's project to photograph children around the world and the various sleeping arrangements they have. It reminded me of a smaller scale project I've been doing since the new year: photographing every different place I sleep.
This might not sound very exciting, but since January 1, 2012, I have slept in 33 different places. The 34th place will be tonight, at my aunt's house. I've always been a person that needs a nest, a home, and when the travel bug bit me hard, I had to figure out how to reconcile the two.
"The world is full of homes in which I have lived for a day, a month, or much longer. How much I care about a home is not measured by the length of time I lived there. One night in a room with a leaping fire may mean more to me than many months in a room without a fireplace, a room in which my life has been paced less excitingly" - Margaret MeadI came across this quote 7 years ago and realized I could make it work for me. That in the right frame of mind, every place I came across could be my home when I needed it to be. Although it can certainly be a homesickness-inducing challenge, it's become easier over time. My Grandma asked me about how I deal with my need to have a cozy nest while traveling, and I told her that in a lot of ways my relationship with Kevin has become a nest. With him by my side, even the quiet corner in the Delhi International Airport felt like home.
So this year, I have attempted to photograph every single place that I have spent the night, be it a seat on an airplane, a bunk in a tea house along the Everest Base Camp trail, or a cozy guest room at a friend's house. Here are a few of my favorites so far. I plan on collecting them all somewhere on the internet at the end of the year.
- A Scott Tent at Lake Hoare in the McMurdo Dry Valleys - The date night of a lifetime.
- Our room in the fantastic house my parents rented in Kaikoura, New Zealand. It felt like sleeping outside and we could hear the ocean's waves tumbling across the street.
- The quietest corner we could find in the Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, India. It wasn't very quiet.
- The smoky, electricity-challenged room in which we spent over a week in Kathmandu, Nepal. We'd lay in bed listening to men shouting out the price of their wares from their bicycles and sip Commando Super Strong Beer on the balcony.