I’ve been staying in Airbnbs a few days a month about an hour and a half from where I live each time. It’s a strange vibe, too, being in someone else’s house that’s now used to host strangers. Laying flat on your back, looking up at the ceiling of what was once some kid’s bedroom is wild.
I’ve been staying in Airbnbs a few days a month about an hour and a half from where I live each time. It’s a strange vibe, too, being in someone else’s house that’s now used to host strangers. Laying flat on your back, looking up at the ceiling of what was once some kid’s bedroom is wild.
The last sentence alone, taken out of context, would open a mystery novel like few others.