Escape to Comfort: Fairfield Inn & Suites Plainville, CT - Your Perfect Getaway!
Escape to Comfort? Fairfield Inn & Suites Plainville, CT: A Hot Mess of a Getaway (But in a Good Way?)
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea on the Fairfield Inn & Suites in Plainville, CT. "Perfect Getaway," they call it. Well, let's just say it's a getaway, alright. And whether it's perfect depends on your definition of perfection. For me? There were moments I wanted to scream, moments I wanted to hug the front desk staff, and a whole lotta "meh" sprinkled in between. But honestly? I kinda enjoyed it. Let's dive in, shall we?
Accessibility: (Mostly) Trying
First off, shoutout to the accessibility. They’re trying. There's a definite effort to be wheelchair accessible, and I appreciate that. I didn't personally need it, but seeing the ramps, elevators, etc., gave me a decent feeling. Definitely worth checking specific room details if you need a truly accessible room. My heart aches for those who are disabled and have to navigate a world not built for them, so I'm glad they're making the effort to make spaces for everyone. Worth a call to verify your needs.
Cleanliness & Safety: Germaphobe Approved (Mostly)
Okay, this is where the Fairfield Inn really shines – or at least, attempts to. Listen, I'm basically a walking petri dish of anxiety when it comes to germs. So, the Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Rooms sanitized between stays, and Professional-grade sanitizing services gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. I mean, how much can you trust them? I guess, I mostly trust them. I mean, Hand sanitizer was everywhere. And even though I'd normally be skeptical of Individually-wrapped food options, in this post-pandemic world it's actually reassuring. The whole "safety" thing really does give off the vibe of security. They even had a doctor/nurse on call. See? They're trying. The Staff trained in safety protocol felt pretty standard, but it definitely sets my mind at ease. I’d like to feel comfortable in my space, so I am happy to see these efforts. I felt, mostly, safe.
Now, about cleaning… My bedsheets weren't the crispest, if you catch my drift. There were these tiny, almost imperceptible, blonde hairs on them. I’m not saying they weren’t cleaned…it’s just…well, it made me think. In that moment, I really wanted to check out. Am I a monster for feeling that way? Maybe. But it's real!
Dining, Drinking & Snacking: A Culinary Adventure (Sort Of)
Alright, the dining situation was… an experience. Breakfast [buffet]: it's there. Coffee machines that spew out… something. Asian breakfast? No. Asian cuisine in restaurant? Also no. The Coffee shop was closed. The options weren't the most diverse, but they had the basics to grab and go. The Breakfast takeaway service was really good, for what it was.
The food? Let's just say my stomach didn't sing. I'm not sure the food itself was the issue. It might be the atmosphere? Or my mood that morning? Or maybe it's me!
I didn’t see any Poolside bar, so I couldn't enjoy poolside cocktails. I'm not sure if there's a Vegetarian restaurant or any specialized options, either. Sad. I wanted to try the Desserts in restaurant, but I never had the urge. But anyway, if you're looking for gourmet, you're in the wrong hotel.
Things to Do, Ways to Relax: "Relaxation" is a Relative Term
Okay, so the website promised relaxation. Sauna, Steamroom, and a Fitness center. Sounds good, right? The Gym/fitness was open. I was exhausted every day, so I didn't try it, but…I liked the idea of it.
The Spa, however, wasn't an option, and there were none of the special spa options - a Body scrub, Body wrap, Foot bath, or Massage. (I REALLY wanted a massage). The Pool with view -- yeah, no. The Swimming pool [outdoor] looked inviting, but it was winter. It's alright; I'm not a pool person anyway.
Services and Conveniences: The Bread and Butter (With a Side of Odd)
They had all of the usual suspects. Concierge, Daily housekeeping, Laundry service, and so on. The Convenience store was… well, it was convenient. The Cash withdrawal was a godsend. And I did appreciate the Free bottled water in the room. The Air conditioning in public area was a lifesaver.
There was an incredibly awkward moment when I tried to use the Business facilities. Let's just say the Xerox/fax in business center was a relic from a bygone era. And the printer spat out paper like a dying animal. I wanted to crawl into a hole.
For the Kids: Kid-Friendly (But Don't Expect Disneyland)
I didn't have any kids with me, but the hotel seemed pretty kid-friendly. There were no specific Kids facilities or Babysitting service, but the overall vibe was geared towards families.
Available in All Rooms: The Comforts (and the Quirks!)
Alright, let's talk rooms. My room had Air conditioning (thank god), a Alarm clock, a Coffee/tea maker, and a Hair dryer. All the basics. The Blackout curtains were actually fantastic. I got some serious shut-eye. There was Internet access – wireless, and the Wi-Fi [free] was reliable (which is a HUGE win). The Desk was decent for working, and I appreciated the Laptop workspace.
The oddities? Bathroom phone? Why?! The bathtub was weirdly small, but it did its job. I could enjoy a comfortable Shower and a Separate shower/bathtub, if I wanted to. The Window that opens was nice, even though I didn't really open it. It all worked - somehow.
The Emotional Rollercoaster:
Look, this isn't the Ritz. It's a Fairfield Inn. But I'm weirdly giving it a good review. Maybe because it's real. Maybe because they try. Maybe because the imperfections made it memorable. Overall, it’s a decent place to crash, as long as you temper your expectations. Just go in knowing it's not perfect, but the staff tries, and that’s good enough for me…mostly. I'd go back. Maybe. Okay, probably. (But I'm bringing my own bedsheets.)
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups. This isn't your perfectly polished travel blog. This is me, flailing my way through a "relaxing" trip to… Plainville, Connecticut. Fairfield Inn & Suites, here I come. (Don't judge. It was the only decent place with a pool and a free breakfast for the price).
Day 1: Connecticut, You're… a Place.
- 3:00 PM: Arrive at Fairfield Inn & Suites. Okay, this is where the "relaxing" starts. Except, the front desk guy, bless his heart, looked like he'd been personally assaulted by a Monday morning. Check-in was a feat of endurance. I swear, he triple-checked my name. "Your name is… yes, let me just make sure… (typing, typing, the clack of a dying keyboard)… yes. That's you." It was like a suspense thriller.
- 3:30 PM: Room. Standard. Clean, which is a win. The air conditioning is a roaring beast, though. I had to turn it down before I morph into a popsicle. Found a weird stain on the carpet (don’t ask). Initial reaction? Mild disgust. Then, I figured, what's a little hotel-room grime in the grand scheme of things?
- 4:00 PM: I was going to hit the pool. No, the “pool” (and I’m using the term loosely here). Turns out, everyone and their grandmother decided to have a splash party at the same time. Loud kids. Flailing arms. The chlorine smell was so strong it burned my nostrils. My grand plan for serene poolside meditation was shot to hell. Defeated, I retreated to my room.
- 5:00 PM: The TV. Endless channels… of nothing. Found a local news station. "Severe weather warnings" – what do you know Connecticut? Maybe I was meant to be indoors.
- 6:30 PM: Dinner at a local diner. (I am obsessed with diners). "Plainville Family Restaurant". Ordered the meatloaf. It came out… let's just say it was "hearty." I’m used to fancy food, but this place knew what it was about. It’s not about the Michelin stars, it’s about the comfort, the coffee refills, the conversations with the waitress who clearly knew everyone there. She even offered to bring me more gravy! Sold. I ate so much that I waddled back to the hotel.
- 8:00 PM: Attempted to read. Fell asleep. Jet lag is a cruel mistress.
Day 2: The Quest for Culture (and a Decent Coffee)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast. Free continental breakfast. The holy grail of my decision to stay there. Cereal, stale muffins, and… (deep breath) …mystery scrambled eggs. The coffee, though? It tasted suspiciously like dishwater. But hey, free caffeine is free caffeine, right? I grabbed a mini-croissant and plotted my escape.
- 9:00 AM: I tried to find a decent coffee place. This mission almost failed. Every coffee shop was either closed, incredibly run-down, or… just…off. Finally, after what felt like a scavenger hunt, I stumbled upon a place called "The Daily Grind". Coffee was alright, but the people were all local. Apparently, everyone knows the place, and I felt like a fraud.
- 10:00 AM: Culture time! Went to the local museum. Okay, that’s a fib. The museum was closed. (I should've checked the opening hours before I trekked all the way there.)
- 11:00 AM: Decided to drive around. Got lost. Ended up in a residential area. "Looked like a nice place to raise a family" – I thought. Then I realized I was judging people's lawns. I am a terrible tourist. Decided to head back to the hotel.
- 12:00 PM: Lunch. Found a pizza place. Ate an entire pizza. Regret city.
- 1:00 PM - 5:00 PM: Back to the pool. Surprise! Now it's dead silent. Maybe I was being too quick to judge yesterday. Maybe the sun made me happier. Maybe the pizza was starting to digest. Whatever it was, I relaxed. Actually relaxed. Read a book. Sun on my face. Ah… bliss.
- 6:00 PM: Wandered to the hotel parking lot. Stood there for like 30 minutes. Watched people arrive, leave. One lady had a bumper sticker that said "I love my dog." I almost cried.
- 7:00 PM: Dinner. I found a sushi place. Because why not? The sushi was pretty good, actually. Did some people watching. Started to figure out who were the regulars. They all knew each other. Probably live in town.
- 8:00 PM: Room. Watched TV. Back to nothing. Fell asleep.
Day 3: The Escape (and the Surprisingly Sweet Smell of Suburbia)
- 8:00 AM: Breakfast (again). Managed to avoid the mystery eggs. Coffee (again). Contemplated buying a coffee maker.
- 9:00 AM: Check out. Saying goodbye to the nice lady at the front desk. Didn’t get her name. Probably would feel weird saying goodbye. I think she knew.
- 9:30 AM: Goodbye, Plainville. It's been… an experience. I'm not sure if I "enjoyed" myself in the conventional sense. But there was no pressure and the whole experience made me feel more real.
- 10:00 AM : Heading to the airport, thinking I will come back.
Overall:
Plainville, you were… unexpected. You weren't glamorous. You weren't Instagram-worthy. But you were… real. And sometimes, that's exactly what a person needs. The trip was a lesson in lowering expectations and finding joy in the mundane. And I can't wait to go back… when I feel like being basic again lol.
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Why is Decluttering so Darn Hard?! I Mean, REALLY??
First off: Emotional Attachment. That chipped mug your grandma gave you? The one with the slightly wonky handle? It's GOLD, man! Sentimental value is a *monster*. I still have a faded concert t-shirt from a band I saw… TWENTY YEARS AGO. They’ve probably broken up and reformed five times since then. But I can’t let it go. Because...memories. And also, maybe, *just maybe*, it'll fit again someday. *sigh*
Then there's plain old Fear of Missing Out (FOMO). "But… what if I NEED this rusty cheese grater *later*?" (Narrator voice: You won't. You *won't*.) I have a whole section in my closet devoted to "future projects." Which is code for: "things I might *maybe* use someday, possibly, if the stars align, and I magically acquire the skills of a professional carpenter and dressmaker." It's exhausting, frankly.
And finally... Procrastination. Oh, the sweet nectar of procrastination! Cleaning is boring, decluttering is MORE boring. I'd rather alphabetize my spice rack (which, let's be honest, *I have done*) than tackle the mountain of "stuff" accumulating in my spare room. The best tip I can give you is to start small, even just 5 minutes a day. You won't get it all done at once, but you can do it in the long run.
Where Do I Even *Start*? My Place Is a Disaster Zone!
Next: Pick a category. Clothes? Books? Papers? Choose the one that stresses you out the *least*. Then, set a timer for 15 minutes. That's it! No pressure to be a decluttering guru. Just… sort. Toss the junk, donate what you don't need, move things that belong somewhere else.
And DON'T be afraid to walk away! If you start feeling overwhelmed, stop. Take a break. Brew some coffee. Watch a stupid cat video. Come back to it later. Decluttering is a marathon, not a sprint, I promise.
What's the Deal with the "One In, One Out" Rule? Is That Realistic?
I *attempted* this when I bought a new pair of jeans last week. "Okay," I told myself, "one pair of jeans leaves the wardrobe as one joins it". So I went through my wardrobe, found a pair I hadn't worn in *ages* and put them aside to donate. As I was packing my old Jeans I saw a t-shirt that was perfect with the Jeans, so I took the Jeans, and the shirt, and took them out to donate. I was feeling great at this moment! Then, I was tired, and hungry, and the rest of the old clothes could wait.
The thing is, it's good in theory. It helps prevent the avalanche of stuff. But in practice? It's… aspirational. My advice? Try it, but don't beat yourself up if you fail. Progress, not perfection, remember? (Unless you're a true minimalist. In which case, I salute you, magical unicorn.)
Help! I'm Stuck on Sentimental Items! What Do I Do?!
Here’s my (somewhat flawed) strategy:
1. The "Photo Method": Can you take a picture of the item? Scan it, digitalize it, whatever it takes. Then, *keep the picture* and donate/sell/trash the actual thing. It's not perfect, but it's often enough to trigger the memory.
2. The "One Box" rule. Decide that you'll only keep a few items, and if you find more items you want to keep, you need to pick something to get rid off.
3. The "It's Okay to Feel" Method: Acknowledge the feeling the item brings up. Let yourself be sad (or happy, or whatever it is!). Then… ask yourself: Does this item bring me joy today? If the answer is a resounding "meh," it might be time to let go.
I recently let go of a box of love letters. (Yes, REAL letters! From a time before texting!) It was brutal. I ugly-cried. But then, I felt… lighter. It's hard, but it's also freeing. And honestly, that's kind of the point.
What About the Stuff I Don't Use *Now*, But "Might" Need Later? (The "Someday" Pile)?
Let’s say you have a dress that doesn't fit you anymore, but you've been meaning to get it altered. How long has it been, though? 6 months? 2 years? Maybe if it’s been some time it’s time to let the dress go.
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