Hotel Life Ain’t “All That”

After nearly three weeks of living in a hotel, I can tell you first hand "It ain't all that". Having your bed made every day is nice, but there's no place like home.

I'm no "neat freak" but I've made my bed every morning for many, many years.  Former Navy Seal Admiral McRaven said "If you make your bed every morning, you will have accomplished the first task of the day, and it will give you a small sense of pride that will encourage you to do another task, and another, and another. And by the end of the day, that one task compleated will have turned into many tasked compleated. Making your bed will also reinforce the fact that the little things in life matter.  If you can't do the little things right, you'll never be able to do the big things right....so if you want to change the world, start off by making your bed"

That's good advice but it's been nice to have a break from making my bed. And yes, now that I have my own place, I will once again make my bed every morning. So having my bed made for me, I'll miss that.

Having maid service every day is nice. If you want to toss your towel on the floor (which is the signal to the maid that you want a new one), you can, she'll pick it up and leave you a clean one. Folded nicely on top of the stack above the tub. That's all good but with no washer of dryer a trip to the laundry mat in order and that I won't miss.

What I will miss most of all is the pool. Let's face it, that's the highlight of any great hotel. At least for it is for me. Even with the kids and they're relentless yelling  "Marco-Polo", it's still relaxing to take a dip and catch some rays.

However, there's nothing better than a comfortable place to call home and have all your stuff in one place. That's what sucks most about hotel life, you only have some of your stuff.  Sonner of later that thing you need, you don't have, and it's off to the store or digging through your storage unit to find it. Plus, eating out gets expensive. Room service isn't in my budget and eating a sandwich at the desk in the corner of the room isn't all that comfortable.

I'm making headway unpacking and one of these days my new apartment will feel more like home. Until then I'll keep looking for that thing I forgot I needed and have no idea where I put it. Such is life and moving. And that hotel room, I'll miss the pool but my bed is my bed and it's pretty darn comfy. And it feels like home.