Leaving work and returning home to be greeted by a different face every night. Changing channels on the TV because next door’s remote matches yours and he wanted to watch something different. Waking in the night to a fire alarm, then turning over because it’s a different zone. Do you do the same?
When everything you ‘cook’ involves a kettle and cows milk is more prized than gold. Walking into your bedroom and knowing which lamp isn’t working or that the AC is temperamental without switching them on. Timing your shower to avoid the restaurant rush and reserving a drawer for your laundry. Waking up and losing the bathroom until you remember that you have an even and not an odd numbered room. Do you not do this?
The first person that you see is different every morning. Your bedroom door is always locked and you barely notice when errant keys try and gain access in the night. A slice of toast is a mission that makes space travel seem easy and all of your possessions fit in a bag. When there is a party nearly every night at home but your rarely invited yet your birthday list runs to the length of a small novel. Reading restaurant menus makes you dream of simple food. Every towel is white and single use, your bed is for working, eating and living not just sleeping.
This is the life of a hotel resident, note that I didn’t say guest. A guest is an occasional visitor, passing by or on a special excursion. Guests don’t exceed 20 room nights a year or platinum cards for all of the rewards programs. We live in hotels, the majority of out time is spent in hotels. It is an exclusive club but strangely there is no waiting list. A life in hotels is not for everyone, in fact it is for very few, those few will recognise themselves in the words above.