I now live in hotels. 

For 30 days at least. 

That’s it. It’s been on my mind for quite some time, but now I have to do it. I have enough money saved - I can do this. For the love, of my love, for hotels. I moved out on Friday from my apartment in Marina. I sold all my furniture, kitchen appliance (thanks Dubizzle) and cut down on my things to one suitcase and 4 boxes (size of boxes undisclosed). My friend took all 4 boxes and all I had with me was my one luggage. Quite gypsy-esque. But, not really. My first night was going to be Kempinski, Mall of the Emirates.