The week started off more promising. I only had a few nights left at the hotel before I was finally able to settle down at the Ronald McDonald House. As much as I would love to stay in the fluffy hotel beds for the rest of my life, I’m not sure how much longer I could fork out money for a Lyft four times a day so I could see Paxon at Deaconess.
Living in a hotel in Spokane made me feel spoiled. I loved the room I stayed in. The comfortable beds were my oasis through the whole situation. My treat every few days was Starbucks. It was only a few blocks away. People didn’t want me walking but I was going a little bit insane laying around all the time.