Yep, I am on tour

You Know You're On Tour When...

• You are in line at Popeye's (don't judge, those biscuits are good) and you have to ask the stranger next to you what city you are in.
• Then, you ask her what state you're in.
• You think you are in Mountain Time, until the IHOP server breaks it to you that you aren't; that even though you traveled on a bus for five hours, you are still, in fact, in Pacific Time.  
• You can pick up a suitcase and know by feel if it is either under or over 50 lbs.
• You can read a book, love it, then leave it behind in a hotel room (or give it away) because you have to keep your suitcase under 50 lbs.
• You become very bold when it comes to playing strange pianos--and have learned the knack of looking like you are supposed to be playing it (in the hotel lobby, in the theater lobby, even the gym lobby) so that nobody questions you anymore--people even ask if you take requests.
• You learn the staples of groceries: pb&j, pb&j, pb&j. Oh, and cereal.  
• You can look at a hotel and instantly know if they have good beds, a complimentary hot breakfast (or just the cold kind), and a piano.
• You really don't know what you would do without your GPS.  Probably have to think or something (God forbid). Or read a map (so many little squiggly lines...)
• Mondays become Saturdays, glorious, lazy-or-not-if-don't-want Saturdays.
• People ask you if you are coming to their city and unless you are going there next week you can't say for sure.  
• You just give up on watching any of your favorite shows in real time; good-bye Project Runway, So You Think You Can Dance, and (sniff sniff) The Office.  
• A mini-fridge suddenly makes a vast difference in your life.
• A plane trip is no longer exciting; rather, just kind of annoying.
• You get a little envious of people who have real, honest-to-goodness weekends.
  
• You stop feeling so bad about grocery shopping at CVS.
• Going to the Whole Foods is like a trip to Disney Land.
• You learn to carry home around in your heart.
• And lastly, home ALWAYS seems perfect, even if it wasn't necessarily perfect when you were last there; it remains a mirage in the desert, a land flowing with milk and honey and just the knowledge that it is there, waiting for you to come back is enough to get you through all of the mandatory tomorrows until then.