Life in a hotel

I'm going on day 29 of living in a hotel. Our stay here is almost up, though. We just had to stay here until we could move into our apartment.

Things I like about living in a hotel:

1. They do your bed for you. (Except I still do it myself. I'm so weird.)


2. They clean for you. (Yes, I do it myself. Most of the time.)


3. They have a breakfast and dinner every weekday. (Okay, that I take advantage of!)

Where we are staying has a complimentary breakfast and dinner, which is great. I haven't cooked in like...um, well let's see... (I'm looking at my calendar). Let's just say, a really long time. Because before the hotel, right after our house sold, I lived with my aunt for a bit--didn't cook during that time. Before that, Mike had already gone to San Diego, so I was busy packing and eating Taco Bueno everyday. (Which, by the way, there are no Taco Buenos here. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I might have to call the manager and see if they can ship me an order of 100 Party Burritos. I'm sure I could store them in the freezer.) So anyway, I'm hoping I haven't forgotten how to cook. I'll have to start with something small. Like maybe on the first night, I'll boil some water. If that goes well, the next night I'll fix some oatmeal or a grilled cheese sandwich.

Actually, I'm looking forward to cooking. Ha! Give me a week, I'll probably be saying, "I think I'll move back to Marriott."