What a turn-off, the broker called to say the house we were supposed to visit was sold. I just can’t wait to move, the traveling is breaking me up.
But then again, the hotel living has its advantages. My bed is made every morning, freshly made orange-juice, eating out every day, and so on. But when you get back to your hotel room. There’s nothing to do. You’re just bound to that room. No friends visiting, and no other extra curricular activities.