Diary of an AirBnb Host

Phil Collins, hazelnut coffee, and the delightful variousness of strangers

If you’ve always wanted to stay in a third-floor loft in that part of Pittsburgh which is half warehouses and half forest and half old townhouses with prayer flags and Halloween skeletons hanging from the porch, I’ve got good news for you: You can stay in the AirBnb my partner and I are running above our house.

This is _not_ my house. But you get the idea. // Photo by Charlotte May from Pexels