Papy's place was the closest thing to perfection. The room he provided had a comfy bed, clean sheets, a great desk, and a silent-running ceiling fan. He had a great personality to go along with his charming home. He took the time to ask me about my journey and openly shared some of his history as well.
After several difficult weeks, my luck changed as soon as I arrived on his doorstep. I slept well, enjoyed food and recreation nearby, and even got a new job from an interview that I performed from his guest room. When I needed to do laundry, he emptied the washer of his clothes and insisted I do mine first.
He was thoughtful from start to finish. He met me at the driveway and showed me to my room. Even though he worked from home, he was considerate and quiet. I did not known when he was there without peering around the corner. On the flip side, he coordinated checkout so that we could say our goodbyes on the driveway and leave together.
Honestly, the whole thing was effortless. After a distressing month, I was completely destressed.