This time tomorrow, I’ll be in Pennsylvania for work. Tomorrow night, I will start five straight nights in hotel rooms. Two in Malvern for work and three in Harrisburg for PCTC. I like hotel rooms. In the last year or so, I’ve been spending more time in hotels than I have previously, but the increased frequency has done nothing to dispel my enjoyment of hotels. Sure, there are things I don’t like that I probably didn’t even realize in the past, but in general, the enjoyment persists.
There is adventure in staying in hotels. It’s out-of-the-ordinary. I love the big beds and multitude of pillows. I like the curved shower curtain holder and the fact that someone else makes my bed for me every day. I don’t really like that there is no washing machine or that the televisions all change channels with a huge delay. I don’t like that they are HD TVs with Lo-Def feeds and no guide, so I have to flip through channels like this is 1999 or something.
In general, though, I like hotels. I like walking barefoot on their clean, tight, low-pile carpets. I really love when you’re in a city and you can stand at the window and watch everything pass by you silently. In Leipzig, I stood by the window or sat in the chaise and watched the little cars, the exotic cars, and the tiny ambulances whir past for hours. I could do this in Harrisburg, but it is very unlikely I will have time, plus I’ll be enjoying the company of my gorgeous wife in our hotel room, which makes looking out a window seem kind of dumb.
I don’t like hotels that don’t have exercise equipment. They are too boring. There is only so much ESPN I can watch.
I love, strangely, ordering food to go from a decent restaurant, then returning to my room and eating on the foot of my bed, then heading to the work-out room for an hour or more, then returning to my room to do push-ups, then taking a blazing hot shower, then watching TV until I feel like reading then falling asleep reading.
I’m strange. I know. I would prefer to be at home with my wife and daughter, but I still enjoy traveling, and hotels, my whole life, have held a special fascination for me. I remember being a kid and getting so jazzed about going to hotels. I loved the concept of their tiny indoor pools and their little boxes of cereal for breakfast.