If I could live in a hotel room...I might.

There is just something about seeing all your possessions at the same time,

and the crisp, corporate style towels, bedding, walls and "decorations" all standard,

and all meaningless.

But there is something else about the allure of hotels that I love and probably the reason why I associate such good feels with them.

Adventure. Plans. New experiences. (intentionally new) Vacation.

All of it so glamorus, no matter what kind of hotel it is. The motel 8 or a ritzy resort.

The feelings are the same.

The identical rooms all in a row. The ice machine, even if you never use ice at home it's always fun to use the ice machine.

And if you've lucky the bed comfy. You have way more pillows than is really nessesery and they are nice and bouncey.

 

 

 

This may or may not be the "adult" experience in a hotel room but hey if the bed bounces, jump on it!
Yes, I might live in a hotel room.
But I'd miss my best friend Taylor and my cat.
And eventually if I got used to it and didn't have plans to look forward to that went along with a stay at hotel it wouldn't be nearly as fun.