Hotel life

I learn that life in a hotel is not for me.
I moved into this hotel yesterday and I'm already glad it's only for a week. I think other people find hotels comfortable, but I don't. There is nothing wrong here, everything works just as it is supposed to. I have a large room, more than a hundred tv channels and fresh sheets and towels every day. I have a big double bed, two comfortable chairs and a large desk. The room is well lit and in the afternoon sunlight gets in through the windows. The staff is friendly as well and one of them even speaks fluent danish (that was quite a surprise). But I like none of it. I don't take advantage of the TV, the space, the four fresh towels or the blanket-wrap around the bed. I like a simple life with simple things like cereals for breakfast and a kitchen to cook my dinner.
My solution has been to go and buy what I need directly from a nearby store and take full advantage of the dutch convenience. I buy half liter of milk in the morning and a fresh salad in the evening and that's fine. But the whole living in a hotel thing makes me feel surprisingly lonely. I think it's something about coming home to a room that looks not like you left it, but exactly like the first time you arrived to it.
It probably also has something to do with the shock of moving away from Hanneke's place, which is just about the perfect place to live. It's such a sharp contrast to move from somewhere you consider home, to a place which is made for temporary stay. Well, I guess I'll have to get used to it real quick, because I'll be leaving again in less than a week and it would be a shame to leave Amsterdam with this sense of not having a home.