we are all anti air b&b but I’m boldly, violently also pro hotel. the housekeeping, restaurants, lobby bars, spas etc… they could never make me hate you.
When I’m in California, I have a rule: I don’t leave Bel Air, Beverly Hills or West Hollywood. To my friends in Silver Lake, I just can’t do it. Due to my self destructive nature, I’m automatically a Chateau Marmont guy at heart but I feel like when I’m at the Hotel Bel-Air, i’m the closer to the person I was born to be. I’ve never felt more peace than salt water swimming, ordering 50$ chicken tenders at 2am, mindfulness breathing in my hot tub on my suite’s patio. The beautiful swans in the garden at the entrance. I don’t feel safe, and struggle with emotional dysregulation if I’m not at a 5 star hotel.
Specifically this one in Sheffield that is so stuck in time. it’s like objectively probably not a very good hotel for its price but I just love how liminal it is. I love how hotels feel removed from reality, from time, from responsibility. Everything is deliciously suspended.
Cried a little in front of coworkers today. they were so nice and said everything I needed to hear. Turns out if you are honest with your emotions, people may be kind in return
