One night, I checked into a hotel, thinking I would stay one night, and ended up extending it to two nights, checking out, then rechecking in to the same room for a third night. Bliss.
It's ok. The rooms were ca. $10 USD per night and there were Western toilets. My standards for luxury are obscenely low, I'm happy with air conditioning and with a toilet. I'd be in pig heaven with just a toilet actually... because this is where I'm living.
It's super quaint, if you're going away for a romantic weekend... mountains surround me, mist rises in the morning and I feel like I'm in the midst of a scenic paradise.
Then my foot hits the ground and I realize that I live in a structure that was built in 1970s in China, which may as well have been in the 1870s. Boo. Whatever. If it's been around for 40 years, it will stand for another 2?
I have way too many things for my baby room, but who is surprised there? Instead of unpacking now, I'm planning on camping out in front of this laptop until someone makes me go to bed. (NO one makes me go to bed)
I'm not quite sure what pics I've just posted but I'm assuming it's my room, mi casa, and another pic of mi casa. I live on the room most on the left. The ceilings are probably no more than 6 feet tall and that makes me unhappy. I also just saw a spider nest. That makes me unhappy as well. I just yelled in frustration. I WILL KILL THEM TOMORROW :(
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