While we do not host all the time, Ginger and I enjoy hosting guests in our home. I am a friendly and engaging person and my tiny dog, Ginger, is a sweetheart. While my home is not a hotel, I take the lead from my guests as to the level of interaction we have with one another and do my best to welcome and accommodate my guests. My entire home is sparsely decorated and still I think I have too much stuff... lol. The guest room gets sun for a short time in midday and the rest of the apartment gets drenched in light, as it is not on the ground floor, as evidenced in the pictures and the amenities indicate there is no elevator, (I don't mind saying I attribute my youthful posterior to those stairs!). Guests have always been welcome to enjoy the common area. Still, I find that most guests venture out early in the morning and return late night wanting to take advantage of all this mega metropolis has to offer.
When Joanne and Bob arrived, they explained that they had been living out of their car trunk on their East coast journey, hadn't taken the time to organize their stuff, and as they booked the minimum 3 nights stay, they just grabbed the minimum of what they required for the 3 nights stay from the trunk of their car they conveniently parked in the garage across the street and I offered them to use my toiletries. Joanne and Bob seemed to have a lot on their plate and plans with their daughter who moved to NYC kept changing, so I made sure they had access to the bathroom and plenty of privacy while in my home which was morning and late night.
After thinking about it, I vaguely recall muttering the "F-bomb" (I'm such a New Yawka) as I was healing from a shin splint that when I moved certain ways shot pain up my leg. I began to explain my condition when Bob had some questions about the internet or something. However the moment was fleeting and was treated insignificantly at the time by Bob and Joanne.
The day after their second night stay, Joanne and her husband Bob knocked on my bedroom door. I was alarmed to hear about Bob's recurring medical condition and immediately informed them about a hospital a short distance away when Joanne interrupted and informed me that she and her husband where getting back on the road. Given what I was just told about Bob's medical condition, I was perplexed at first to hear they were ambitious to get back on the road to continue with the business leg of their travel itinerary.
They inquired about how to handle getting a refund and I informed them that I would discuss with airbnb what is due me and suggested they do the same at which point Bob raised the issue of legality of airbnb accommodations and armed with the few possessions they brought here, both exited my home.
It all happened very fast. I was at first very concerned about Bob's health, but afterwards I thought about it and he appeared to be fine, I found no indication in my home that he was not well, and so I consoled myself with the fact he was well enough to go back on the road instead of staying in NYC with its broad and diverse culture. Please responsibly read the listing details and amenities, and airbnb policies.
If you are a dog lover and like to explore mega metropolises like NYC and meet local natives, my home, and Ginger and I are a perfect match for your visit!