Hotel Life
On Thursday of last week I essentially moved out of my apartment into the Marriott Hotel which is practically next door. I still had some final paint touch ups to do, and had to meet my landlord's rep on Saturday, so I thought it would be best to be close enough to do all of that. On Friday, which was a holiday, I took a long morning swim, had my first massage treatment of the week, and then went for a leisurely lunch after buying more paint to deal with my touch ups. I was able to mix and match paint to make the touch ups more manageable. Yoga was cancelled, and I met up with my friend Lisa for a delicious dinner, and then ended the day with a long conversation with my Mum. The next morning I had to wake up early to meet with my landlord's rep, and found myself checked out of my haven of an apartment by 9am, with the promise that all monies from deposit, minus electric, water and sewerage bills, would be paid into my account over the next week.
Then it was off to close my internet account, and sell my car. Everything went smoothly, and I was in my new hotel by 1pm. The new hotel is the Hotel Maya. It is a nice enough location, and the room I chose is a large suite where I have been able to have my daily yoga sessions with my regular teacher, work on my curriculum in peace, schedule more massages, and sleep comfortably in a huge King Size bed. Plus I have a view of the Petronas Towers from all of my windows. I have unsuccessfully been trying to post my pictures, but for some reason the PC does not like the pictures, and is not allowing them to remain rotated - regardless of trying to use three different programs to effect the changes. I will try to figure out a fix.
With the several massages and treatments I have had a lot of thinking time, and time where I have not had "to do" something in specific. My mind has wandered in many directions. In general I find that I enjoy my own company, and am quite happy to spend time alone - something that is often not afforded to me due to my responsibilities as a single mother.
I also mused upon the whole spa experience. I had always wanted to try a variety of treatments, and spend a few days like this. It is enjoyable in some ways, and in other ways not at all. I think I am not suited to the whole process. I can't sit back and relax easily. I have really enjoyed the yoga sessions that I arranged, and can see myself doing some kind of a yoga retreat in the future. However, not sure about the rest of it. I think I would prefer to be out and about and doing things instead. I am especially disturbed about the cost of the whole process. Not because I don't think that the workers deserve their pay - even though I doubt they even get a small percentage of it - but because I am frugal at heart and am not used to spending this much money on myself. One treatment cost me the equivalent of what I pay here for a week of groceries for the boys and myself. When you add several sessions up it seems ridiculously exorbitant. And when I consider how many people out there don't have any food, it makes me feel even more guilty.
Yes, I know I deserve some relaxation, and enjoyment, but I am not sure that it should come at such a huge expense for a little bit of relaxation. Sigh. This is why I also cannot enter a casino to gamble, or feel guilty for buying myself much needed underwear or clothing. I will have to get over it and move on.
Two more days in KL and counting. Wednesday morning I arrive in Chiang Mai, and begin the next step in life.
I also mused upon the whole spa experience. I had always wanted to try a variety of treatments, and spend a few days like this. It is enjoyable in some ways, and in other ways not at all. I think I am not suited to the whole process. I can't sit back and relax easily. I have really enjoyed the yoga sessions that I arranged, and can see myself doing some kind of a yoga retreat in the future. However, not sure about the rest of it. I think I would prefer to be out and about and doing things instead. I am especially disturbed about the cost of the whole process. Not because I don't think that the workers deserve their pay - even though I doubt they even get a small percentage of it - but because I am frugal at heart and am not used to spending this much money on myself. One treatment cost me the equivalent of what I pay here for a week of groceries for the boys and myself. When you add several sessions up it seems ridiculously exorbitant. And when I consider how many people out there don't have any food, it makes me feel even more guilty.
Yes, I know I deserve some relaxation, and enjoyment, but I am not sure that it should come at such a huge expense for a little bit of relaxation. Sigh. This is why I also cannot enter a casino to gamble, or feel guilty for buying myself much needed underwear or clothing. I will have to get over it and move on.
Two more days in KL and counting. Wednesday morning I arrive in Chiang Mai, and begin the next step in life.
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