Escape to Raleigh-Durham: Unbeatable Airport Hotel Deal!
Escape to Raleigh-Durham: Unbeatable Airport Hotel Deal! - A Review That's Actually Real (and Messy)
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because you're about to get the real lowdown on this "Unbeatable Airport Hotel Deal" in Raleigh-Durham. I've just finished my stay, and let's just say… it was a rollercoaster. Prepare yourself for a review that's less "polished travel brochure" and more "unfiltered brain dump after too much coffee."
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Getting There & Initial Impressions (and the Panic That Ensues):
Right, so I booked this place because, well, the deal was pretty sweet. Free airport shuttle is a must when you're landing at midnight, which I was. And bless their hearts, they actually had a shuttle! Though, let's be honest, the driver looked like he hadn’t slept in a week, which, considering he probably hadn’t… understandable. First impressions… the lobby? Clean, I'll give it that. A little… beige-y. Like, a lot beige. Reminded me of my Aunt Mildred's living room, which, let’s be honest, isn’t exactly the height of chic. But hey, it was late, I was tired, and I needed a bed.
(Emotional Reaction: Relief. Followed by a nagging sense of… is this it?)
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (and a Stubbed Toe):
Okay, the website promised accessibility. And, to their credit, they did have ramps and an elevator that (mostly) worked. The rooms themselves… well, they advertised them as wheelchair accessible. I’m thankfully able-bodied, but I poked around. The bathroom layout, while not exactly spacious, seemed okay for someone with mobility issues. The shower had a grab bar, which is a huge plus. The real test would be the on-site accessible restaurant, which I didn't try, and maybe I should have done the full test of wheelchair accessibility to be truly thorough.
(Quirky Observation: I almost tripped over a rogue luggage cart on the ramp. Maybe it should have a more visible marker? And I’m not even in a wheelchair!)
Rooms: Clean, Competent, but Lacking Soul… and Enough Plugs:
The room itself? Standard. Clean. The bed was… fine. Not the cloud-like experience I dream of, but acceptable for a pre-flight nap. Free Wi-Fi, which is a must, and it actually worked, a pleasant surprise. The blackout curtains actually blacked out the light – a godsend for fighting jet lag. But seriously, people, more plugs! I had to choose between charging my phone, my laptop, and my noise-canceling headphones. First world problems, I know, but still!
(Stream of Consciousness: Okay, so I was in the mood for a nice relaxing bath in the separate bathtub, but I couldn't get the water temperature right! Argh! I ended up just taking a shower, so, no big deal. But I did find a bunch of extra towels and bathrobes, which were appreciated!)
Internet: Blessedly Reliable.
Free Wi-Fi. In the room, and in public areas. It worked. Praise the internet gods. Speed was acceptable. Downloaded a movie, caught up on emails… No complaints here.
(Emotional Reaction: Pure, unadulterated contentment. Internet is a basic human right, darn it!)
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: A Tale of Two Worlds (and Okayish Buffet):
The hotel has a buffet breakfast which had everything. The breakfast buffet was a thing… I'm not going to lie, the buffet was an experience. It has the usual suspects: scrambled eggs that may or may not have seen an actual chicken, some suspiciously crispy bacon, and a selection of sugary pastries. Also, fruit, cereal, the regular stuff. It was actually pretty decent - but nothing you’d write home about. There was also an Asian section! I didn't go there.. But I’m glad it has different options. The coffee was… well, it was coffee. Drinkable.
The other options were… well, after that, I didn’t really want to explore the dining options. I ended up doing a quick takeaway from the local shops.
(Quirky Observation: Watching people aggressively load up their plates at the buffet is… interesting. Like a weird form of performance art.)
Cleanliness & Safety: A (Mostly) Reassuring Experience:
They really leaned into the whole "cleanliness" thing. Hand sanitizer everywhere. Staff wearing masks religiously. The rooms felt clean. I saw evidence. This was a major plus - I felt really safe as a guest.
(Emotional Reaction: Feeling safe is priceless, and I felt it here. Good on you, Hotel!)
Things to Do & Ways to Relax: The Spa and Pool – or Not?
Okay, the pool looked inviting, but I didn't find the time to swim. The sauna and spa are there, and I was really tempted to book a body scrub, but… I kept putting it off. Because… well, I was busy doing… nothing. The gym looked decent.
(Messy Structure Alert: I fully intended to hit the gym. I packed my workout clothes. Then I had a second cup of coffee, and decided to just relax. Priorities, people!)
Services and Conveniences: The Good, the Bad, and the Beige:
- Airport Transfer: Good. Reliable. See previous comments on the driver's sleep schedule.
- Concierge: I didn't need them.
- Daily Housekeeping: Impeccable.
- Elevator: Worked. Mostly.
- Meeting/Banquet Facilities: Didn’t use them.
- Cash Withdrawal: Convenient, if you need it.
- Gift Shop: Basic.
- Laundry Service: I didn’t need it.
- Business Facilities: Good if you need them.
(Strong Emotional Reaction: I hate that I can only write so much about these, because I barely used them! It also had a shrine!)
For the Kids: Family-Friendly? Maybe.
There’s babysitting.
(Emotional Reaction: I'm not a parent, so, moving on!)
Available in All Rooms: The Essentials (and a Few Pleasantly Surprising Extras):
- Air Conditioning: Worked.
- Alarm Clock: Yes.
- Coffee/Tea Maker: Yes.
- Free Bottled Water: A nice touch.
- Hair Dryer: Yippee!
- Ironing Facilities: Needed, and appreciated.
- Mini Bar: Yes!
- Non-Smoking Rooms: Yes.
- Satellite/Cable Channels: Yep.
- Seating Area: Decent.
- Slippers: Yay!
- Wake-up Service: Didn’t use, but available.
- Wi-Fi [free]: Thank goodness.
- Window that opens: YES! I hate stuffy rooms.
(Stream of Consciousness: Wait. I just realized… I forgot my umbrella! Dang it! I might be able to use that as a way to get another free lunch…)
Getting Around: Airport Proximity is Key
The real selling point is location, location, location. The airport is within walking distance, and the free shuttle is a lifesaver. Perfect if you have an early flight or a late arrival. Taxis and ride-sharing are also readily available.
(More Opinionated Language/Natural Pacing:)
Overall? This hotel is solid. It's not going to blow your mind, but it’s reliable, convenient, and clean. The free Wi-Fi, the shuttle service, and the general cleanliness are major wins. The buffet is, well, a buffet. The rooms are fine. It’s the kind of place you choose when you're prioritizing function over flair.
Final Verdict: Good Value for the Price?
Yes. Definitely. Especially if you snag a good deal. Would I stay here again? Absolutely, especially for a quick stopover or a pre/post-flight snooze. But, y'know, I’d probably bring my own coffee and a power strip.
(Closing Rambles and Imperfections:)
Okay, so I’m done… wait, almost. I forgot to mention the time I actually saw a doctor at the facility. That’s because I got a bit of a cough. I felt bad and didn’t want to leave the room. I felt like a burden because they were trying to get me to leave the hotel. So
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your grandma's itinerary. We're talking Holiday Inn Express Raleigh-Durham Airport (By IHG!) in Morrisville. Yeah, that's the starting point. And me? I'm just a human, navigating life, and this trip, with all my glorious imperfections. Let's dive in, shall we?
Day 1: Arrival, Reality Bites, & the All-Important Quest for Coffee
- 2:00 PM: Touchdown at RDU (Raleigh-Durham International Airport). Okay, first hurdle: the flight. I am NOT a fan of flying. Always convinced the plane's gonna spontaneously combust. Thankfully, it didn't. Just that weird, vaguely-sour feeling in my stomach from the airplane food. Ugh. Anyone else?
- 2:45 PM: Shuttle to Holiday Inn Express Morrisville. Found that airport shuttle like a champ! The driver, bless his heart, had a booming laugh that echoed through the van. It’s the little things, you know? Makes this whole ‘traveling’ thing seem almost…pleasant. Almost.
- 3:15 PM: Check-In. The Great Room Revelation. The lobby wasn't bad, smelled vaguely of cleaning supplies mixed with…hope? You know, that scent of optimistic anticipation that hangs in the air of some hotels? The guy at the counter was friendly, a crucial vibe when you're already slightly frazzled from travel.
- 3:45 PM: Room Reconnaissance & the Coffee Crisis. Room: clean enough (phew!), but the view? A parking lot. Okay, well, let’s be honest, I wasn’t expecting the Eiffel Tower. The real crisis hit – the coffee situation. No decent coffee maker in the room! This is an EMERGENCY.
- 4:15 PM: The Lobby Coffee Crusade. Apparently, the lobby coffee machine is…well, it's there. Strong? Nope. Palatable? Debatable. But, it was coffee, and coffee is a lifeline. Downed it like a parched desert traveler.
- 4:45 PM-6:30 PM: Settling In (and Netflix-ing). Unpacked, found the remote, and succumbed to the siren song of Netflix. Started a show about a cat detective. Don't judge me. It's RESEARCH. (For future novel ideas, obviously). Spent the whole time thinking about how comfortable the sheets are and how I maybe, just maybe, could live here.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner: Quest for Chicken. Quest Failed. I attempted to find an app-based delivery service after a long day of flying and waiting. The delivery options? Sub-par. Ended up at some chain restaurant. Food? Mediocre. Mood? Slightly deflated.
Day 2: Museum Mayhem & the Emotional Rollercoaster of Shopping
- 8:00 AM: Coffee Redemption (sort of). Decided to try the lobby coffee again. Still…meh. But hey, at least I'm caffeinated enough to function. Took a croissant. It was stale.
- 9:00 AM: Destination: North Carolina Museum of Art. Headed out to the museum, which was a real treat in a nice building. The art itself was…interesting. Some of it I loved, some of it I utterly did not understand and spent the whole time wondering if I was missing something. The modern art? Let's just say it sparked a lot of internal monologue. Like, REALLY long ones. A painting of squares? Huh?
- 12:30 PM: Lunch at the Museum Cafe. The cafe was a pleasant surprise! Got a sandwich and some soup. For a museum cafe, it was pretty darn good. The people-watching was top-notch, too.
- 2:00 PM: Shopping Spree (or, the Emotional Toll of Retail Therapy). Went to the local shopping mall. Retail therapy…it's a drug, right? It can be. The highs, the lows, the indecision…it's exhausting! Saw a dress I loved, tried it on, looked at the price tag, and almost wept. Maybe later.
- 4:00 PM: Pre-Dinner Nap. Shopping is HARD WORK, you know? Needed a nap. Slept for like, an hour.
- 6:00 PM: Dinner - Italian Restaurant. (YES!) Finally, some good food! Wonderful Italian restaurant. My taste buds did a happy dance. The wine? Divine.
- 8:00 PM: Unpleasant Realization: My room key does not work. Back to the front desk. They fixed it, but, man, that's annoying. The front desk person just sighed and handed over a new one. I felt like a problem.
Day 3: Airport Anxiety & the Existential Dread of Departure
- 7:00 AM: The Coffee Struggle, Part III. You know the drill. The coffee is…still coffee!
- 7:30 AM: Last-Minute Breakfast Panic. Grabbed a yogurt and a banana. I swear, I'm always running late in the morning.
- 8:00 AM: Check-Out and Shuttle Shenanigans. The check-out was easy, thankfully. The shuttle driver? Even boomier than the first one! Farewell, cheery driver!
- 9:00 AM: Security (The Waiting Game). Ugh. Security. The line. The shoes. The belt. The fear of the TSA agent giving you the stink eye. It's a whole ordeal.
- 9:45 AM: Airport Gate Graveyard. Sitting here waiting. Watching people. Wondering about their lives. Thinking about the things I didn't do on this trip. The things I should have done. This sense of 'what now?' is always there.
- 10:30 AM: Bye-Bye RDU, Hello…Reality. Plane took off. Back to life. Back to the mundane. Back to my real coffee machine.
Post-Trip Ramble:
Honestly, the Holiday Inn Express was…fine. It served its purpose. The coffee sucked, the parking lot view was depressing, but I had a bed, a shower, and (eventually) some decent food. That museum trip? Worth it (even with the existential art crisis). The shopping? Maybe a little…too much. And the Italian restaurant? Pure joy. Yep, this was a trip. And I survived. That's all that matters, right? Now, where's that coffee?
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So, what *is* this whole "Stuff" thing, anyway? Because honestly, I'm already confused.
Alright, alright, settle down. "Stuff"... it's EVERYTHING. Think of your life, your hopes, your fears, your weird collection of rubber ducks... it's all "Stuff." It's the giant, messy pile of everything that makes you... *you*. And frankly, it's overwhelming. I mean, just trying to organize my sock drawer is a Herculean task, let alone... *everything*.
Okay, okay, but what's the POINT of all this "Stuff"? Is there a secret club? Do I need a decoder ring? (I secretly really *want* a decoder ring.)
Let's be real: there IS no secret club. No decoder ring (though, YES, you should still get one, just for fun!). The point? Honestly? Sometimes, I have NO CLUE. Days go, and I'm just... *existing*, you know? Like the time I spent three solid hours trying to figure out how to get the lid off a jar of pickles (it was a screw-top! Ugh.). But then... then there are moments. The feeling of sun on your face, finally finishing a good book, sharing a killer meme with a friend. That's the point, I think. The little sparks of joy in all the messy "Stuff." It's about finding your joy. It's about finding *any* joy, really.
Fine, but how DO I deal with all this "Stuff"? My brain feels like a tangled ball of yarn, and I'm this close to just hiding under the covers with a family-sized bag of chips.
Preach, sister/brother! Seriously, the overwhelming-ness is REAL. Here are a few, totally unhelpful, but probably accurate thoughts:
- Embrace the Chaos: Seriously. It's gonna happen, just go with it. Don't try to organize EVERYTHING at once. (Trust me, I've tried. Disaster.)
- Baby Steps: Tiny, tiny steps. Tackle ONE thing. Even if it's just putting away that one sock from yesterday. (See, told you I get it.)
- Forgive Yourself: You WILL mess up. You WILL forget things. You WILL buy the wrong kind of cereal. It's fine. We've all been there. (The cereal thing still haunts me, though. Cap'n Crunch with milk is NOT the same.)
- Take a Break: Seriously. Step away. Breathe. Maybe watch a cat video. (Scientific fact: Cat videos cure all ills. Well, almost.)
What about relationships? How do they fit into the "Stuff" pile? Because... ugh... relationships.
Oh, relationships. The emotional equivalent of a rollercoaster built out of rusty nails and sheer willpower. They're *totally* part of the "Stuff." The *biggest* part, often. They bring joy, they bring sorrow, they bring... well, drama. And laundry. Always laundry. My biggest lesson? Communicate. Even when it's the hardest thing in the world. Especially when it feels like you are talking to a brick wall. And forgive, but don't forget, if they keep repeating the same mistakes... Leave. It's the only peace you can find.
Okay, finances. Let's talk about the thing that keeps me up at night. How does that fit into "Stuff"? Because my "Stuff" is mostly empty ramen packets and a growing sense of dread.
Oh, finances. The bane of my existence. Let's be brutally honest: "Stuff" costs money. And, let's also be brutally honest, *I* am not very good with money. I have a friend, Sarah, who's a financial whiz. She can budget like it's her job (which it kind of is). Last week, she tried to explain compound interest. I glazed over. I started thinking about pizza. Pizza is much easier to understand. And tastier. The point is, it's important. Learn the basics. Take it slow. Find a good budget app (or a friend like Sarah). And, most importantly, don't beat yourself up if you mess up. (I recently bought a ridiculously expensive coffee machine. Don't judge.)
And what about the future? Is there a "Stuff" future? Is it bright? Is it filled with flying cars? (Please say flying cars.)
Okay, the future... The future is... well, it's unwritten. We don't have time machines (yet! Someone invent them, please!). I *do* kind of hope it has flying cars. Honestly? I have no idea if it's bright. All I can tell you is, the "Stuff" will continue to happen. Unexpected things will pop up. You will make mistakes. You will laugh. You will cry. You will eat too much ice cream. You will love. You will lose. But you'll still be here. And that, my friend, is more than enough.
Okay, one more question: What about hobbies? What if my "Stuff" includes, like, ten half-finished knitting projects? And a book club I never go to?
Oh, hobbies! My *sweet, sweet* hobbies! Like that *one time* when I was going to learn to speak fluent French... *and* master the ukulele... *and* write a novel. (Spoiler alert: I got about halfway through the French alphabet, learned three chords on the ukulele, and my novel is still a collection of half-baked ideas in my head.) And it's okay. It's actually more than okay. It's *human*. It makes us human, not machines, not some perfect paragon of... well, anything. I *love* knitting. I'm terrible at it. I started a sweater once... It's still in a bag, in a closet, with a half-knit sleeve. Maybe one day I will finish it (I won't). But the act of *trying*? The joy of picking out the yarn? That's the "Stuff" that matters. If you have a book club you never go to, great! If you don't, even better! It's the *attempt* that's important. So, pick up that half-finished project. Or don't. Just enjoy the process. And laugh at yourself along the way. Because that's life.
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