Everytime I go on a business trip, I get to stay in nice hotels. The sheets and towels are always whiter than white, the sheets so uncreased that the edges might even cut you. The rooms 'seemed' clean without any dust or clutter. Everything seems to be in its place. Everytime I walked into a hotel room, I always say to myself 'I wish my house is as neat as this'. People pay to stay in hotels when on holidays. It's like an escapism from it all.
Why are hotel rooms so different then? Firstly, the clothes that you bring in a suitcase is just enough for that length of stay, thus everything can be fitted in into the closet and chest of drawers provided in the room. There are no overflowing of clothes from your closet, no handbags that needs to be stored away and sometimes thrown on your bed on the mornings you change handbags to go to work. The hotel beds get made but at home I'm lucky if I get to throw the comforter over the nightie and whatever was left by my spouse on the bed.
The hotel toilets have only little bottles of shampoo, conditioner soap, body foam and body lotion. It has no large bottles of mouthwash that you hardly use, no large bottles of shampoo and body wash, no stains on the wall and the bathroom floor when you're too busy to clean the bathrooms. It doesn't have the toilet brush, the odd detergent that you use to wash your tiny thingys.
The pictures on the hotel bedroom walls are so impersonal but yet it looks nice cause very often there's only one above the headboard of the king sized bed. At home there are pictures of the children's graduation, the cross-stich made by your sister-in-law which you got as a gift, a small painting from a friend whom you went to school with when you were age 12, there are also copies of paintings by famous painters whom you've never met which you probably purchase on your first trip to Australia and maybe many more stuck on your walls at home. Even the walls look cluttered.
There's always a television in the room opposite the bed, with no clutters on its side, there's always a table for you to work on without piles of bills or paperwork from the office that you have brought home.
There is no store room in the hotel where you put the children's art work from days when they were so little, no toys, no books from those days gone by. No storage for shoes which we seem to buy at every shopping trip, no garden tools where you don't leave outside the house just incase robbers might use them to break your sliding door to get in.
The fridge is too small to even put anything in it, unlike the huge fridge you have at home, where you tend to keep food that you would probably throw out anyway. No jars of coffee, tea, chocolate drinks, no oven, no microwave oven. Only a small kettle with sachets of coffee, tea, sugar and creamer that may last you for a few days.
So if you like me wonder why the house cannot be as neat as a hotel room, I shall comfort myself with all the above. That is why one is called a 'Hotel and the other a 'Home'. A Home with lots of love and memories to clutter your mind till the day you die. Nevertheless it's always a good feeling to be coming home to your crumpled sheets. Thank you Allah for the many safe journeys that you brought me back home again and again and again.
Why are hotel rooms so different then? Firstly, the clothes that you bring in a suitcase is just enough for that length of stay, thus everything can be fitted in into the closet and chest of drawers provided in the room. There are no overflowing of clothes from your closet, no handbags that needs to be stored away and sometimes thrown on your bed on the mornings you change handbags to go to work. The hotel beds get made but at home I'm lucky if I get to throw the comforter over the nightie and whatever was left by my spouse on the bed.
The hotel toilets have only little bottles of shampoo, conditioner soap, body foam and body lotion. It has no large bottles of mouthwash that you hardly use, no large bottles of shampoo and body wash, no stains on the wall and the bathroom floor when you're too busy to clean the bathrooms. It doesn't have the toilet brush, the odd detergent that you use to wash your tiny thingys.
The pictures on the hotel bedroom walls are so impersonal but yet it looks nice cause very often there's only one above the headboard of the king sized bed. At home there are pictures of the children's graduation, the cross-stich made by your sister-in-law which you got as a gift, a small painting from a friend whom you went to school with when you were age 12, there are also copies of paintings by famous painters whom you've never met which you probably purchase on your first trip to Australia and maybe many more stuck on your walls at home. Even the walls look cluttered.
There's always a television in the room opposite the bed, with no clutters on its side, there's always a table for you to work on without piles of bills or paperwork from the office that you have brought home.
There is no store room in the hotel where you put the children's art work from days when they were so little, no toys, no books from those days gone by. No storage for shoes which we seem to buy at every shopping trip, no garden tools where you don't leave outside the house just incase robbers might use them to break your sliding door to get in.
The fridge is too small to even put anything in it, unlike the huge fridge you have at home, where you tend to keep food that you would probably throw out anyway. No jars of coffee, tea, chocolate drinks, no oven, no microwave oven. Only a small kettle with sachets of coffee, tea, sugar and creamer that may last you for a few days.
So if you like me wonder why the house cannot be as neat as a hotel room, I shall comfort myself with all the above. That is why one is called a 'Hotel and the other a 'Home'. A Home with lots of love and memories to clutter your mind till the day you die. Nevertheless it's always a good feeling to be coming home to your crumpled sheets. Thank you Allah for the many safe journeys that you brought me back home again and again and again.
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