I've found out recently that my sister, niece and I all share of a love of staying in hotels and new places. On arriving, I think my husband is a bit more normal as he usually heads for the kettle after putting his bag down or taking off his shoes.
In comparison, I seem to have adopted this little routine:
- Put my bag down
- Look in the bathroom to check out the fluffiness of the towels and what the free soap/shower gel are like
- Look in the wardrobe - not sure why I do this one...
- Sit on the bed to test how comfy it might be
- Look out the window
- Briefly browse any information leaflets and menus
- Take off my shoes
- Curl up on the bed with my husband.
After some thought about it, I think by doing these things I'm prolonging my initial excitement at staying somewhere different and new. It's like I don't want to spoil the experience by rushing in and taking it for granted? It doesn't feel like a compulsion though, but more like me taking time to appreciate my surroundings which can't be a bad thing. I also enjoy the comparative sparseness of only having minimal possessions, as mentioned previously here.
Generally I don't like rushing, and enjoy being more mindful by taking the time with whatever I'm doing.
For example, I think many filofax fans will agree that you can't rush the opening of a new binder!