Today we move out of the hotel and into our apartment.
For the last 3 months we have lived at the Movenpick Doha. Room 513 has been my home.
It has been a strange artificial existence… having someone make the bed, change the sheets every other day, empty the bin and clean the bathroom. My laundry has been put in a bag outside the room in the morning and comes back clean and pressed (even the socks and underpants) at 6pm the same day.
I have added a few pounds eating large hotel breakfasts, some lunches and 3-course evening meals. I can tell what day it is by the buffet menu… Asian night on Wednesdays, fish on Thursday and so on.
I am looking forward to filling up the taxi with our five suitcases. I won’t miss the institutional environment, albeit 4-star.
I will miss finding my toilet paper folded into a nice point every day, but I guess I can always do that myself when we’re in our new home.