Interim Posted on October 29, 2017 by pjb317 The thing I miss most in a hotel: fresh air. The thing I miss least: the stench of smoke. The closest we’ve come to recreating home. The way life goes on in spite of everything. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading...