I’ve always enjoy how the little birds sing in the morning. How the sun gets up and make its way to feel more potent at each passing time. Here I am in a hotel room in Costa Mesa, CA thinking how interesting life could be while you stay in a hotel.
Right now is the middle of the week and there’s a lot of guests in the Best Western. This morning I decided to leave my phone behind and enjoy breakfast alone with an interesting book, The Sense of an Ending – really good, go and read it. Definitely I feel way better than the typical routine- opening my eyes, be online, eat and go back to be online.
Meanwhile, now I can see the decoration of my room. It’s very simple nothing assuming. The colors are mustard or somewhat called Harvest Gold. Every morning I feel a constant shake in the walls and in the floor reminding me that I’m still in California.
My boyfriend is taking a class which will help him be more professional in his field and meanwhile I’m taking advantage of my time by looking for a new career, listening to children play at the pool, reading my new book, and taking a new class of marketing.
Suddenly, the noise of the airplane stop my thoughts reminding me of the last unusual 6 months of my life. I have been from airplane to airplane, from cars to scooters and staying in the coolest or most random places with the same courteous characteristics. The casual “Hello” from strangers, the “Good Morning” from reception and the timid smiles from room service.
People come and go and my curiosity sparks and I ask myself “Where are they coming from?” and “Where are they going?”and “How we ended up in the same place at the same time?”. With the parking lot full with cars and hours just for myself I write a small story of a normal morning day in a hotel in California.
xoxo,
Cristina
