Homelessness, drugs and hotel rooms

Wow! I hate to admit this but right now I am experiencing the first hotel stay in many years that does not include living here or substance abuse or crazy people knocking on the door to come in and do a hit. I guess you'd have to have been here to fully understand. The lock on the door works, the phone to call the front desk works, the paintings are on the wall and not on the floor or bed being used to cut lines or burn rez. Nobody has overturned the mattress set to scope out the stash hidden under the bed from previous tenants. It's just me and the peaceful but haunting memories of what this room used to mean in my head. A hotel room as a residence for fucked up people on drugs. Thank you God that I no longer live that life. I am finally here to sleep, shower, check email, and check out. This is not my home or a lounge for maniacs. It is a resting place on my drive across country.