Essay on hotel life

This is my first time being a single father. I've missed forms for school. I've forgotten to stock the fridge with food she likes. I've run out of socks for her. I've run out of socks for me. It sucked and it was a hassle every time, but the world kept turning. I said, “Whoops, my bad,” and fixed it and kept stumbling forward. Now I know where to buy the socks she likes. I asked two parents at her school to help me with forms and scheduling. I'm getting good at sniffing out weekend activities and scheduling playdates and navigating time and the city to get her and myself where we need to go every day. I work a creative job, but I live a practical life. If I can persuade a comedy club full of indifferent drunks to like me, I can have my daughter ready for soccer on a Saturday morning.

This is where the story gets sad: the main building is slated for demolition in September 2015. Because life is often one big ironic cycle, its imminent destruction is to make room for a 38-story glass tower in advance of the 2020 Olympic Games. The news brought an outcry of opposition in the artistic communities of Japan and elsewhere around the world. However, not all is lost. The Okura will preserve and utilize the south wing of the hotel complex, which shares some similar elements and is situated across the street from the admired main building.

Essay on hotel life

essay on hotel life


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