March 31, 2024 by Cassandra Johnson
In my last post, I wrote about a lot of random incidences, circumstances in which I had to work around. So…
I checked into a boutique hotel for the day.
There was enough of dealing with mulling things over in my head for the moment.
I knew I needed the break from thinking and taste of more luxury than a lot of Airbnbs could offer me at that moment and I also needed a break from some truly nice hostels. The mental vacation was nice, not at all the first time I have decided to do so and that’s all I have to say about that. . .
. . . well except it was a mini vacation from too much regular work and a vacation from the work of life
It is not the first time I have opted for this route but rather just a reminder of the particular kinds of things I may need, (maybe a lot of us may need). I need regrouping. I need revisiting my thoughts. At times, I require a particular kind of rest, focus, stillness, reorganizing, only talking to people who make me feel supported and vice versa and the potential to earn a living at a nicer less-demanding pace.
Being in a private AirBnB for a couple of weeks currently is what I need and have now.
Hostels have been a great budget-friendly choice for me as well. They typically have a built-in friendly community and activity vibe but are not always the most conducive to completing projects are growing side gigs.
Each accommodation type seems to showcase a variety of perks and limitations, depending on one’s needs and preferences and so far I have found I can be uplifted or face obstacles in each. I do not like to be too alone but sometimes I really need some space.
I like saving money but I also don’t mind the elements of luxury. It probably speaks well to my nomadic movement and of course has a lot to do with how well I project my budget and advocate for my owed compensation. Finally, a lot just informs me of my own blueprint and perhaps how I can inform others with their decisions.
Behind and all around me is the map of my supposed preferences and completely before me are the unwritten encounters that will shape me.