All in all, I feel pretty grateful about the state of my odd little life.
But every once in a while, it feels a bit out of control and I drift off to thoughts of running away. Not forever, just for a short period of time where things are different. A place where no one has ever heard of cell phones or e-mail. I could always find the perfect cappuccino and croissant. All the residents are well mannered, polite, smart and really great in the kitchen--without being pretentious.
And when I dream of that place, I envision staying at a hotel that I could see myself living in.
The new NoMad Hotel is such a place.
Dream with me for a bit, won't you?