Motel, Hotel, Holiday Inn

The Hotel Syracuse. That was my improptu inspiration. My fascination with hotels and old architecture. My fascination with the unknown, stories and history that could not be experienced. From there, I branched the idea of economic development to employment to lack of employment to moving to traveling to abroad to Italy. Not only does New York state take the names of cities and towns from Italy and the Mediterranean; well, Rome has a Hotel Siracusa.

Boom. There is my thought process.

The idea was personally laid out, so it was accepted when considering the grand scheme of “yes and …” When the  words were showing up on the screen, disliking the post seemed fitting and inevitable. Oh, one of those dilemmas where the writer doesn’t like what is flowing through them … again. Same old song and dance, eh?

Not too many of the Central New York residents may not like this installment. This Syracuse lover tells people to get out of town. It’s said that traveling for vacation is a good thing, because there is so much to see. It’s mentioned that employment may not be found here, so look elsewhere; and sometimes your current employer will relocate you and sometimes permanently. It’s said that travel abroad will do a person well, but that costs money of course, and people might think past experiences where grabbing life by the nape can come across as bragging.

I’m not bragging. It’s also shitty that not having a job cannot allow me to take such vacations abroad. From my past, semi-recent writing, plans were being made to go to France, Belgium, and the Netherlands. It’s not looking promising.

So, a little vacation is needed. The stress of wanting stress is creeping up on me, and not leaving the area is making me itch all over. Sure, there is plenty to do in this state. I’m sure I’ll be headed to New York City this year, because it’s necessary. I’m addicted to apples, and why not take a bite out of the biggest one when you have a moment. Friends have to be seen and hugged. More cafes have to be written in, and used book stores … oh, don’t get me started. A dose of laughing with kids to keep me on the positive side of wanting to eventually settle is needed.

But all this can be accomplished here. I’m fine with that. Regardless wherever I go, my home will be in my heart and the people associated will be attached as well. With the technology we have, stories can be told sooner and more quickly, but I like the idea of returning with stories that aren’t watered down by tech.

Here’s today’s Syracuse New Times installment of the Inevitable Coffee Ring: When in Rome, When at Home.

6 thoughts on “Motel, Hotel, Holiday Inn

  1. I’m with Stef. I liked this one, too, Chris. I commented over there. How come the only people who do are we WordPressers? Does that say a lot about us or nothing about the rest of the … I’ll stop there. Back in the day — the Hotel’s latter stages and lo and behold, my mid-stages at the big daily — the NYS Blues Fest used to center big indoor concerts around the Hotel’s Persian Terrace and Ballroom. It was amazing, big crowds parading back and forth, and stopping in the lobby to schmooze, too. The setting was spectacular, particularly in the Persian Terrace, with high ceilings and great sound. I hope the get that back with out too man Re words, as you write over at SNT.

    1. About the … Oh, boy, Mark. Haha. Not sure why. People must forget or not see the comment section.

      Hopefully,with this, we will see the hold hubbub again. Our city is definitely on the up and up.

  2. Say what? If your girl starts acting up…

    Sorry. Had to do that.

    Seriously, I am five minutes away from quitting, cashing out my retirement and traveling. Of course, I would have nothing to come back to, but the wanderlust is there. Instead, I will wait just a little bit longer.

    1. Don’t be sorry, don’t hold back. Holding back is not allowed here, friend. The lyrics were completely appropriate.

      Wait and let the eagerness ferment. Regardless where you go or what you do, whether it is tomorrow or five years from now, you’ll appreciate it.

  3. I liked this one (which makes it sound like I liked only this one and not anything else, which is not true). Someday when I have a moment and a few bucks, I want to go to both Italy and Scotland to visit the two “homelands” I identify most with (although I’m too much of a mutt to really say that). It feels like a stretch to say that I really identify with my Italian heritage, but the unique brand of Central New York Italian-American? I’m there. I’ll bring the pusties and greens.

    1. Stef. I’m glad you liked this post and only this post. It’s the only post you should like, in fact. Liking any other post would negate this post. I’m glad you chose wisely.

      It’s good to be a mutt, though. I’m sure there is a possibility we have more blood in ourselves than we realize. It makes us unique.

      The differences in our cultures Italy/Italian-Americans is different, but it isn’t too much of a stretch. They have a set of morals, let’s call the set that, which is more beneficial than constricting. There seems to be more positivity and benevolence than our seemingly typical eagerness to point out negative before the positive. It’s not saying that all of us do that, but there is a good percentage of people this could incorporate.

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