ROOM 603

"The true fruit of travel is perhaps the
feeling of being nearly everywhere at home"
- Freya Stark

With the love for travel comes the love for hotel rooms, it's like having cookies with milk, or a burger with coke. The love is intertwined: 'You are the moon to my night, the peanut to my butter, the soy sauce to my Chinese'. Ahem, well that didn't end up being as poetic as I intended it to be.

Waking up in a hotel room, away from home, is a rousing feeling, stirring in the pit of your stomach as the adventure awaits. Away from the mundane of everyday life, you are actually elevated to spring out of bed, not wishing to waste one more second of your time in this undiscovered city.