I liked hotels a lot more as a kid when I didn’t have to deal with the anxiety over spending so much money on what is often a gamble with quality.
My parents always dealt with the headache alone, leaving my siblings and I to simply amuse ourselves and stave off the boredom.
Nowadays I get anxiety at the mere mention of stopping at a hotel for the night, regardless of the context or situation. The last few instances were marred with absolute disaster. I stopped off the interstate in the middle of the night at this place that seemed like a random three-star hotel, but it ended up being a motel instead. There was mold in the bathroom around the backsplash for the sink, in the floor tile grout, and all over the inside of the shower. There was no way I was going to take a shower that night, but things only got worse when I climbed into bed. I saw hair and what looked like dry skin. I couldn’t believe that the sheets were dirty and hadn’t been changed! I said no to hotels and decided to rent an AirBnb on my most recent vacation and ran into a different sort of problem. I didn’t realize that the air handler for the air conditioner would be in a closet right outside the master bedroom. Whenever the central air conditioner turned on throughout the night, I could hear it easily. That noisy a/c ended up keeping me awake throughout the night during my stay at that vacation rental. I can’t seem to get any luck with vacation accommodations no matter what I try.