Escape to East Lansing: HomeTowne Studios Awaits!
Escape to East Lansing: HomeTowne Studios – More Than Meets the Eye (Maybe?)
Alright, buckle up, buttercups, because I just returned from a stay at HomeTowne Studios in East Lansing, and let me tell you, it was an experience. Forget pristine, glossy hotel reviews; this is the unfiltered, slightly-stained truth. Let's dive in, shall we?
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The Initial Impression: Arrival & Accessibility – Is This Thing On?
First off, let's be honest: the exterior isn't exactly going to win any design awards. Think…functional. Think…reliable. Think…maybe this is where my inner pragmatist feels at home. The parking was easy, thankfully, because after a long drive, the last thing you want is a parking scavenger hunt.
Now, accessibility. That's HUGE for me. I'm always checking for that. HomeTowne Studios claims to have facilities for disabled guests. Okay, cool. The entrance was…okay. Not perfectly accessible, but manageable. Inside, things seemed…decent. Elevator? Check. That's a good start. I didn't thoroughly test the accessibility, but it seemed like they had made an attempt (and that deserves some credit!).
Rambling on: What Happened in the Room?
The room. Ah, the room. It was a "studio," which basically meant it was a motel room with a kitchenette. The kitchenette…well, it had a fridge, a microwave, and a stove. Functional? Yes. Gorgeous? Absolutely not. But hey, I'm not here to judge the decor (which was, to put it mildly, dated). I'm here to survive a long stay, okay?
Internet Access – The Wireless War Zone
Okay, let's talk Wi-Fi. The hotel loudly proclaims "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" Yes, well, it was free. But it also felt like a dial-up experience in the year 2024. I swear, I had to wrestle with the connection more than once. I just wanted to stream Netflix – which, BTW, had options on the TV – but the buffering was…unbearable. I ended up using my phone's hotspot. So much for their high-speed internet! If you're relying on the internet for work, good luck, my friend. I’d certainly recommend a LAN if it's really that important.
Cleanliness and Safety – Are We Safe? (More importantly, are we clean?)
The rooms are purportedly "sanitized," and they do mention "anti-viral cleaning products." I hope so. Things looked…cleaned. But like, a surface clean. Not a deep-down, OCD-level scrub. Hand sanitizer was available near the elevators which, for the current climate, is a plus. They claim a lot of health safety. But I was not thrilled with the appearance of the grout in the shower. I’ve seen cleaner sinks, and I’m not afraid to tell you. I didn't see any sterilizing equipment. Not like, oh! I noticed sterilizing equipment for washing the dishes. Nope. I certainly didn’t feel like it was as thorough as it claims.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking – Where’s the Grub?
Okay, here’s where things get…interesting. The hotel doesn't have a dedicated restaurant or dining space. The website claimed a "complimentary breakfast." But the breakfast itself…was…the definition of basic. Pre-packaged pastries, instant oatmeal, coffee, and juice. Don't get me wrong, it filled a hole. But "Asian breakfast?" Western breakfast?" Buffet? A la carte? All utterly and completely absent. You want a full meal? Get pizza delivered. Seriously.
The Pool/Gym Illusion
I noticed there was a gym, but I didn’t bother with it. I would need to want to go to a gym. And, frankly, after the internet, the grout, and the breakfast, I did not. There was also a swimming pool! Indoor? Outdoor? I didn't see a pool. The website claims one, but I didn't see it. So…take that information as you will.
Services & Conveniences – The Little Things
They have a front desk (24-hour! Good!) and a laundry service (which, thank heavens, is a lifesaver for extended stays). Daily housekeeping was there, which was fine. They also offer…wait for it…cash withdrawal. I mean, okay, it's convenient, but it's also a bit…random? There's a convenience store nearby, which is your best bet for snacks and drinks.
For the Kids… & The Adults Who Want a Nap
Babysitting service? Nope. Family/child friendly? Sure, kids can stay. Kids meal? I seriously doubt it. The pool's absent, so bring a book!
The Emotional Rollercoaster: My Real-Life HomeTown Experience
Here's the thing, folks. HomeTowne Studios East Lansing is…a budget hotel. It's not aiming for luxury. It's aiming for "functional." And in that regard, it largely succeeds. It's a place to sleep, to shower, to park your car, and maybe, maybe use the Wi-Fi if the gods of internet are smiling down on you.
You won't find luxurious dining or a spa. You won't be pampered. But you will find a relatively clean room, a semi-functional kitchenette some conveniences, and a place to call home for a bit.
The Verdict: Should You Stay?
If you're on a budget, need an extended stay, and aren’t overly fussy, then HomeTowne Studios in East Lansing might be a good fit. But manage your expectations. Bring your own snacks, embrace the basic breakfast (or skip it altogether), and pray for good Wi-Fi.
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars. (Minus one star for the iffy internet, minus another for the so-so breakfast, and maybe a half-star for the grout. Plus one for the fact that it was not unpleasant, and the room was comfortable!) It's a fine place, if you want something that feels…homey. And not too fancy.
Escape to Texas Comfort: La Quinta Inn & Suites Tomball Awaits!
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because this isn't your grandma's travel itinerary. We're going balls-to-the-wall, home-style, HomeTowne Studios in East Lansing-Okemos, Michigan itinerary. Be warned: it's gonna be about as polished as a rusty pickup truck.
The "East Lansing-Okemos: A Messy Michigan Adventure" Itinerary (and Internal Monologue)
Day 1: Arrival and the Existential Dread of Budget Hotels
1:00 PM: Arrive at HomeTowne Studios. Okay, first impression… it's a HomeTowne Studios. The air smells faintly of… something. Not quite pine, not quite stale fries. More like "lived-in". The door is probably locked. I hope I’m wearing shoes.
1:30 PM: Check-in. Pray to the travel gods they have a room that isn't directly facing the dumpster. The receptionist seems tired. Aren't we all, sister? Ask for a non-smoking room. Non-smoking. Seriously. I need to say it out loud so it sticks. Then, I'll probably walk around looking for that smoke alarm.
2:00 PM: Unpack. Unpack? More like, strategically place my suitcase and backpack in order to avoid immediate tripping. The decor screams "budget, but with a dash of 'we tried.'" Gotta love that. Now, let's check the beds. Are they clean? Did someone die here? Let's get this show on the road!
3:00 PM: The Great Grocery Raid. Okay, this is crucial. I need provisions! Forget the pre-made hotel breakfast (shudders). Armed with a grocery list and a desperate need for snacks, I'm off to Meijer. Okay, maybe not armed. Just with a list. First, the chips. I'm gonna go for the chips first, that's for sure. Then, coffee. And then, I'll figure everything else out.
4:00 PM: Back at the hotel. Mission accomplished. The snacks are secured. Now for the real test: the coffee. I'm not a coffee snob, but even I have standards. Pray for a working coffee maker.
5:00 PM: Settling in. The news is on, but I don't pay attention for long. It's just me and my snacks, and that's a beautiful thing.
6:00 PM: Dinner Dilemma: What to eat? The fridge is stocked with stuff I bought, but maybe it's time for some real food. Do I attempt to cook? Eh. Probably not. Order in? Maybe. I'll consult the online reviews from the toilet. I'm going to try some local place. Something… good.
7:00 PM - 9:00 PM: Food. Finally. Ate some good grub. Then, I'll watch some trashy TV, because, let's be real, that's what you do in a hotel room. And probably fall asleep before the end of the first episode.
9:00 PM - Sleep or Don't: Lights out. No, wait… Is that a… squeaking bed? Seriously? This is going to be a long night. Put on my earplugs, and hope for the best.
Day 2: Spartan Spirit (and a Whole Lotta Walking)
7:00 AM: Wake up. No. No, nope. The squeaky bed. No more sleep. I got to get up.
8:00 AM: Breakfast, the Hunger Games Edition: Raid the snacks. That bag of chips is calling my name. And maybe a banana if I am lucky.
9:00 AM: Michigan State University Wander. Time to become a "cultured adult." Walk around campus. Admire the buildings. Pretend I know what I'm looking at. Maybe I'll find some free samples. I swear, the architecture is worth it.
12:00 PM: Lunch! I'll find some place on campus. Or a food truck. Or maybe I will just eat some snacks and go back to my room. Again, I'll consult the reviews.
1:00 PM: Museum Scramble! The Broad Museum? I've heard good things. Art? Okay, I can do art. Hopefully, it has some funny art, because I need a laugh.
3:00 PM: The Broad was great! Took some selfies. Now, time for a walk in a park to feel like I'm being healthy.
4:00 PM: Free. What a feeling! Head back to the hotel, with a craving for… the chips. And maybe a beer?
5:00 PM: Drinks and Relaxing. A few drinks. TV. Snacks. The trifecta. This could be the life.
7:00 PM: Dinner. I'm going to order from the same place. They had some really good burgers.
8:00 PM: The night drags on. Sleep. And hope to see the sun come up.
Day 3: Departure… Or, Wait, Maybe Just One More Nap?
7:00 AM: Wait, is it morning again? The squeak of the bed, it's back!
8:00 AM: Last grocery raid.
9:00 AM: Check out. Say goodbye to the squeaky bed.
9:30 AM: Final Thoughts. What do I think? HomeTowne Studios was… well, it was. It was functional. It had walls and a roof and, you know, the basics. And it was right there. And I had snacks. And let's be real, that's good enough sometimes. I did things. I saw things. Mostly, I survived. And that's the most important travel lesson of all.
So, what even IS this whole thing about? What's the *point*?
The *point*… Ugh, that's the million-dollar question, isn't it? I honestly don't think there *is* a single, unified one. (And if there is, I haven't found it yet.) It's a collection of things. Frustrations. Joys. Mistakes. Stuff I find myself thinking about at 3 AM. It's a bit like… well, like life! A haphazard, sometimes beautiful, sometimes utterly baffling mess.
Think of it this way: Imagine a group of people all trying to figure things out, together. Someone's got a bad haircut. Someone's spilling their coffee *everywhere*. Someone's laughing uncontrollably. That's kinda what this is. Only, on the internet. So, yeah. The point? To be human, I guess. And maybe, just maybe, make you laugh a little along the way.
Is it all just… happy clappy sunshine and roses? 'Cause I’m not sure I can take any more of that.
Look, life’s messy. I got a flat tire last week on the way to a *very* important dentist appointment (and I was already running late, naturally). Do you think I was skipping through fields of daisies singing about the joys of auto maintenance? Absolutely not. There were tears. There was cursing. There was a desperate plea to the universe for a functioning spare tire. And that, my friends, is the kind of experience that fuels this whole thing.
I might occasionally write something positive, but even then it will be with a healthy dose of reality. Let's just say, you're more likely to read about my struggles with laundry (a never-ending battle, by the way) than a perfect, Instagram-worthy existence.
So, what's your *deal*? Why are you doing this?
Partly, it's the same thing as the "Why do people climb Everest?" I guess. Because it's there. Because I can't help myself. I've always been a bit of a talker, you see. And a thinker. And a writer. (Though, "writer" might be pushing it a tad. More like, "chronic over-thinker who occasionally gets words on a page.")
There was this time I was stuck on a terrible commute -- a train that was always late. Seriously, ALWAYS. I'd stare out the window, and all these thoughts would just… *pour* out. I'd feel like I was going insane if I didn't start writing them down. So, I did. Started with a crumpled napkin. Then, a notebook. Now, here we are, whatever *this* is.
Also, and this is embarrassing, I secretly love the idea that *someone* might read something and think, "Hey, I feel that!” Is that vain? Probably. But mostly, It's much better than keeping all these thoughts bottled up inside.
Plus, I can't stand the thought of my life never being documented. I need to remember my mistakes, my triumphs (few as they've been), and especially the absolutely *hilarious* things I’ve done. Like the time I tried to bake a cake to impress a date... yeah, it was a disaster. That story alone makes it all worthwhile.
Is this… work? Seriously?
I mean, *technically* yes. I spend time writing, editing, trying to untangle some tech stuff, and thinking about what to write, even if it's just for a couple of hours. But mostly it's... therapy disguised as a career. I am also trying to figure out how to turn this into a *real* thing -- because you know, real money is needed in this so called life.
It's exhausting, in a *different* way. I wouldn't trade it for a regular office job though. Not even for a second. Mostly because no one would hire me for a job, I’m pretty sure (or I’m just not trying hard enough – probably both).
What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you (in relation to *this*)?
There are days I'm convinced everything I write is utter garbage. Days where I stare at a blank screen for hours, convinced I have absolutely nothing worthwhile to say. Days where I consider deleting everything and running away to join the circus (which, let’s be honest, they probably wouldn’t want me either). That's the worst.
And it always comes back. Just when you think you've found your rhythm, your voice, BAM! Doubts and insecurities are back at it again. I'm constantly fighting the urge to just give up, to accept that the "perfect" writer is somewhere else.
But even so. The other worst thing would be the day I accidentally published a blog post with a glaring typo in the *very first sentence*. I wanted to crawl under a rock. Literally.
So… what are your actual *goals*? (Besides, you know, the circus thing.)
Okay, in no particular order:
1. To survive. Seriously, paying rent (that is very, very expensive). Eating food. Basic stuff. 2. To write something that resonates with *someone*. To connect. 3. To not completely embarrass myself. (A lofty goal, I know). 4. To remember how to make a good cup of coffee. (Currently, that's a struggle.) 5. To, eventually, get paid for this. I'm not greedy, but a little extra cash would be nice. 6. And... Oh, right: a cat. Is that too much to ask?
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