Wow… What a unique and incredible journey. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Along the way, I had no second thoughts about what I was doing, but now I’m astonished at how far I’ve come. I’ll have another post later with more details on that.
On Friday night, I decided to invite some of my friends over to sleep in the backyard with me. It was a small, close-knit party. Some TV crews showed up and interviewed my friends and I. I talked about the things I learned, about the fundraisers, about the invitation to readers and as many people as possible to sleep outside in their own yards. I don’t know how many were sharing the sky with me that night, but when they start posting pictures on Facebook I’ll put a number up. Anyway, my last night outside ended up being pretty low-key, which is exactly the way I wanted it.
When I woke up the next morning, my first thought was huh, it’s raining. Only a moment later did I realize that I was finished. Of course, the feeling didn’t really sink in until I was clearing off my bed on Saturday night. It took about twenty minutes, and my bedroom floor is a landfill right now, but finally I was in my pajamas, teeth brushed, standing in the dark room next to my bed. I was exhausted from lack of sleep within the past week. Studying for finals, end-of school parties at friends’ houses… I wanted so badly to just get under the blankets and sleep. But I couldn’t. For a year, I had been doing my very best to make sure I didn’t spend my nights inside. It had been one of my number one priorities. And now, it suddenly wasn’t important.
Dragging myself into bed that night felt like smashing my moral compass. The bed was so comfortable, though, that I found myself drifting off almost immediately. Just before I was lost in the world of dreams, a final thought wandered through my befuddled brain. No, it’s not that sleeping outside isn’t important anymore. It’ll always be important. Nothing can change that. But sleeping inside can be important, too. It’s my life. My choice. I am so lucky.