Travel + Scrooge

How funny a small amount of change can be. What feels brief and unimportant can sometimes be the first domnio falling. Change has been very obvious lately, in my life, a lot of flux in my job, I can hear the dominos clatter. I’m once again back in San Francisco. The hotel I’m at I’ve loved before but I think is under new management. There is no longer a complimentary breakfast. Sleep was evasive last night but I don’t know that I can blame new management for that. The one unchangeable part of the hotel is the grandiose space of the lobby. Walking up the short wide flight of plush carpeted stairs to the vaulted open air lobby with the small check in desk. There are still hints of the old hotel, touches of art deco that were too charming to change. There’s more blue paint, which poses a steep difficulty in making anyting look good. Even the waitstaff uniforms are dressed in blue, trimmed with black but that feels almost stapled onto their presentation.
I’ve never been a fan of San Francisco but being here in December, the warm weather, everything is too disconnected. Home is too busy to celebrate, our decorations are up but don’t make any sense, we haven’t found a tree yet. The whole end of the year feels jumbled and I’m doubting there is time to unravel it. Perhaps this year I am the scrooge. There is always time before Christmas to bounce back.