So I keep a few peculiar statistics of my life, one of them being where I wind up laying my head at night. It’s a rough proxy of my travels and work schedule, but I find it interesting in and of itself. In 2019 I slept at home 46% of the time; this year’s corresponding 67% is a sign of the times, without a doubt. Should the U.S. continue to run off the proverbial pandemic rails, it may wind up being a few points higher by the end of the year.
This year I broke out hotels and Airbnb, as the latter has become the arrangement of choice with my employer, due to the pandemic, in addition to being our personal choice on vacations. Thankfully I have not had to sleep much on planes, a practice I don’t believe I will ever get accustomed to.
