Tuesday, 12 January 2016

Short Story #50: Hotel Room

Once we entered our apartment in the hotel, we quickly surveyed the entire compound, eagerly taking in the exquisite surroundings.

It was not at all perfect, or to put it aptly, not meeting our expectations. I eventually realized that not every hotel held the same standards despite all of them being located in the same city. Say, one may made sure to prepare an iron in every room but another one does not provide the same service. 

The most offensive one (in my opinion) is the one that does not provide free Wi-fi. Imagine having to pay an hourly rate for using Wi-fi! It was truly a horrible experience and I had to endure my brother's never ending complaints.

That aside, this apartment is really huge - even bigger than my own house - so I guess that says a lot? Haha. I don't really have any complaints about it even when the air-conditioning was a little uncooperative at first, leaving all of us to feel very uncomfortable. Obviously, my favourite part is the bathtub. It is really fun to add large amounts of shampoo into a bathtub-full of water and just submerge your whole body in it. And it is fun to pretend that you have a beard! Sadly, I could not stay in too long as my skin would become crinkly otherwise. 

I guess another Favourite thing is the free wifi? Even though to some people that free wifi is pretty much expected, to me, such simple things are taken for granted that they become overlooked. I am saying such because as I had mentioned earlier, I had stayed in a hotel where you have to pay to use wifi and it made me realize that missing something that has become a habit of your life makes you appreciate it more. When I used the wifi in the apartment, it feels as if I've never left home. Like I'm able to resume whatever activities that I had done before I left for overseas. I enjoyed the feeling so I'm thankful for this hotel for providing free wifi.

As the saying goes, and I know it's super cheesy but absence does make the heart grow fonder.


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