November 12, 2025
Living a nomadic life for three and a half years now, I have stayed in many different places of varying size and location. There is certainly something to be said about the size of a place.
I don’t need much as a single person, but I do need to be able to move around. For example, I recently stayed in a Japanese hotel room where it was a struggle to walk around two sides of the bed because the room was tiny. I felt like I was doing parkour to close the curtains at night!

I also need enough space to fold out my yoga mat and do my thing every morning. So, a minimal amount of space to move around works for me.
If I can get a kitchenette, or at least a fridge and kettle, that’s preferable. You can’t eat out all the time.
What I learned on my trip to Japan is that the view from the window matters, too. At my first hotel in Tokyo, I was on the eleventh floor and had a view of Tokyo Bay. It was early October and still warm out. I even had a window that I could crank open a few inches. Not bad at all.

I then traveled to a few other locations in central Japan. The room that I enjoyed the most was compact but designed well. It had the tiniest kitchenette and a washing machine. But I had a view of another building. It was a little depressing. No street view—just the dull, white office building next door.


The worst was my hotel room in Kyoto. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Kyoto, and the hotel’s location was great. It was just a couple of blocks away from the Kamo River, which is a lovely place for strolling and people watching.

My room was in the back of a small hotel on a narrow street. Across from my room were residences. As a way of preserving privacy, the hotel designer put textured glass in the windows, the kind you would find in a bathroom. At first, I didn’t think it would bother me, but after a few days, I found it depressing.
Yesterday, I returned to Tokyo on my last stop before heading home. My flight is at 9:00 PM. So, I decided it would be better to get a good night’s sleep and leave my luggage safely at the hotel for the afternoon to take a final wander around the city.
I was very fortunate to get the best view of my trip, a room on the 33rd floor. I could care less that the hotel is a bit dated. The room is spacious, the bed was comfortable, and wow, what a view! I’m here milking the noon checkout time watching the sun and clouds move across the Tokyo skyline. We’ll call it the grand finale.


(More posts coming in the week ahead…)






