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 Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...