December 14, 2007

From Hotel Room To Home

Five months ago, I awoke in the same bed I just up from, feeling like I was a visitor staying in a hotel room.

I hadn’t moved in with Barry, I was just stopping by. We didn’t know what the future held, so in essence, I was just visiting my friend and business partner.

And his condo seemed to me to be very hotel-like. At the time I blamed it on the design; the twin sinks, the tub with the flip-up plug and the frosted glass shower doors. I had a lot of experience staying in hotel rooms at the time, and I swear, this felt like it.

After I officially moved in with Barry, I still had random thoughts of “just visiting”. Since it had been his place before, it felt like I was staying at “his place”, and not “our home”.

But since then I have realized that it’s not about the place.