Today marks the ninth day we have spent in a hotel. It isn't completely horrible but, it could be better.
I miss the little things.
I miss privacy. it would be so nice to be able to go into a seperate room and close the door behind me. Even if it was just for five minutes away from the TV and chatty kids.
I miss my dresser. Living out of a bag is not the best way to do business. I have such a limited wardrobe pack in that suitcase. It sucks. Having to to laundry every other day further adds to the frustrations.
I miss a refrigerator. It would be grand to just walk into a kitchen and grab a snack or cold drink from a fully stocked fridge.
It's the simple things. Fingers crossed that we will be in our new permanent temporary home soon.