A Place to Lay My Head, Hang My Coat , and Take Off My Shoes

I've had a place to lay my head, hang my coat, and take off my shoes since we arrived in Baku...in a hotel...temporary housing, but very soon, we will have a permanent place. For some reason, all week I have been singing to myself...."this is not my home, I'm just a passing through, my treasures are all laid up, somewhere beyond the blue". I know, I know, there's more to the song and I know it's a stretch, but somehow it seems to fit. A tune to help me get through living in a hotel room for two weeks....yes, it's been two weeks since we arrived....seems longer than that!

Hopefully, we will be moving to the city very soon....maybe today! Our hotel is located outside of the city on the beach...and in the summer, I am sure this is a bustling place, but in the winter, not so much. I'm ready to be in the city where there is shopping, eating establishments, and lots of boots people to see!

...with a place to lay my head...

It is difficult to sleep in a different bed with a different pillow in a different place, so I am ready for my own! Our bed won't be here until sometime in February, but my pillow should arrive in the next few days....so I will have a familiar place to lay my head.

...and hang my coat...

Although, we have not had snow here like our home state has had this winter, the wind is very cold coming off of the Caspian Sea. My coat has been on my back more in the last two weeks than it has been in the last two years at home. I will be finding a coat rack for our entryway for easy access...a place to hang my coat!

...and take off my shoes...

It is customary here to remove your shoes when you enter someone's home. Not particularly a habit of mine, since at home, I'm half barefoot wearing flip flops most of the time anyway, but I like the idea! Remember, this is a sea port/beach city so it is very sandy with lots of sand and dust blowing with the strong winds of the sea, so your shoes get dusty tracking the dust and sand from the streets into the house....sounds like a woman's way of thinking! I definitely feel at home when I take off my shoes.

So..."this is not my home, I'm just a passing through, my treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue"....in more ways than one!

If the shoe fits, wear it well!