NOTE: This essay was previously published a few days ago on my Instagram and LinkedIn, but I’ve made some new edits.MONOLOGUE is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. My family stayed in an AirBnB over the holidays that might have been the nicest rental we’ve ever had. It wasn’t furnished with the finest things, expensive or lavish. But you could tell that the 3-bedroom home was well-maintained and cared for. There wasn’t a towel fiber out of place, a comforter unbuttoned. The shower door was spotless, the hosts had even perfumed the entry way with pumpkin scents and left warm lights on to welcome us. Although we were total strangers, they gifted us gingerbread house kits for the children and answered our questions after hours.
Respect!