I’m back at the Hilton Garden Inn on Commercial Street in Portland, my home hotel. We can’t always stay here anymore—it’s gotten too expensive in season. Sometimes, like this time, I get a room with a view of the bay, and I can turn my chair away from the computer (like now), look over my shoulder, and there it is. We’ve been coming here more than a decade, and these rooms are a familiar part of my work, my life.
You have a home hotel. I'm both jealous and strangely proud of you.ReplyDelete
Oh I adore this. And you've given me ideas for some posts.ReplyDelete
There are some parts of your life that I really covet.ReplyDelete
You have a home hotel...with a view of a BAY.ReplyDelete
A home hotel. Very nice. I have never been to Portland, ME.ReplyDelete