‘Throwback Thursday’ – Living in a Motel (1995)
It’s a Thursday, so why not a ‘Throwback Thursday’ story. I’m running out of them, but I wanted to do this one where it has some relevance today. Maybe I was naive, maybe it was safer 20 years ago to be a weekly resident at an inexpensive motel? Here are my thoughts if you read on.
When I first moved to Maine almost 20 years ago, I lived at the Village Green motel on Wilson Street in Brewer and after a few weeks moved across the street to the Brewer Motor Inn where I could cook and have a guest or two over. Both places served their purpose at the time, and I lived there for about six months. Did that make me statistically homeless? I’m not sure.
It was kind of nice in a way to live there, for $80-$100 a week, I had cable, a clean bed, heat, power and housekeeping all included. Why did I stay so long at those two motels? They were next door to my jobs, a radio gig on Acme and The Big Apple store on Wilson St.
How does this relate today?
Never once did it ever cross my mind that anyone in the motel would be dealing drugs, maybe there was, maybe there wasn’t but I never felt scared or like there was anything like that going on.
Along with thrifty travelers, the motel had a number of weekly residents, there were a few who I felt may have been alcoholics as neighbors and the only reason I thought that was by selling buying beer constantly at the convenience store I was working for at the time.
It’s sad, because today I think twice about where I stay now even when traveling, and I’m not sure I would do the weekly thing anymore at a motel. It has gotten scary just in this past year.
Anyway, that life was a few months shy of 20 years ago and so distant in the rear view mirror that it seems like a different lifetime but I felt safe. So yes, I think the world is in some ways getting scarier.