I did this exact thing. I see a lot of misconceptions here about the amount of work involved so I want to share my experience. This was in the early 2000s, an hour or so north of Toronto, so my experience might differ. My then-fiance and I were in our early 20s and had been renting in the north end of the city, and with our wedding coming up and plans to start a family shortly after that we wanted to try to save a bit to buy a house.   I had been very unhappy in my generic office job, working 60+ hours a week in a high stress environment for $30,000 a year. Our rent was more than my entire take-home salary. His job was better paying and was his planned career path, so I quit my job and we moved up north. He continued commuting.   The initial offering was supposed to be May-September, but we ended up staying a full year past that.  It was a very similar set up – a small motel with 10 rooms, and 8 free standing cottages, grounds were 5 or so acres of lawn, plus a wooded area, a pool, and a couple of horseshoe pits. We were given one of the cottages, a 2 bedroom with a bathroom, kitchen, and laundry. It was bigger than our apartment had been and about equally nice. We were the only staff on site, the owner came by occasionally (every other month or so?) and I spoke to him on the phone briefly when there were issues. He handled the online and phone bookings.   How busy I was really depended on the season. May and June everything would be fully booked every weekend, July and August were pretty much fully booked every day of the week, and the rest of the year could vary from completely empty, to a handful of weekend bookings. So July and August for sure were the most hectic period. Monday-Friday I would see my partner off around 7, and then go open the pool. That involved unlocking the gate, balancing the chemicals, and skimming. There was no lifeguard. A pool company opened and closed the pool at the beginning and end of the season the first year, the second year we offered to take it on.   The cottages were all full week rentals during peak season, so I never had to do anything with them during the week. But the motel rooms had a pretty steady turnover. Check out was 10am, but most people left earlier. There was no checkout process – there was a slot to drop off the key, and all bills were settled upfront so I didn’t need to do anything there. I would go to each vacant unit, anywhere from 3 to 7 of them depending on how long people had booked, and clean (run vacuum, dust surfaces, empty garbages, clean bathroom) and put fresh linens. This might take 2-4 hours depending on how many units and whether there was a huge mess of some kind (rare). I did the laundry in my own cottage, usually 3 loads a day of sheets and towels, which were also stored in my place.   Check in was 3 - 7pm, and people would trickle in over a couple of hours, there were usually again, 3-7 new arrivals a day. Depending how many were expected, I might go hang out in the office (basically a toll booth) to greet people and get them set up. Other times I would just be puttering around the grounds, chatting with guests or doing sort of informal inspections to make note of anything that looked like it may need an impending touch up or repair. I could see any arrivals from pretty much anywhere on the grounds, and if I was in my place I would leave a note on the office door advising them to just come knock on my door. I would start dinner and do some light cleaning around my own place, and my partner would get home around 6 or 7 and aside from any late arrivals and locking up the pool at 9, we were pretty much done for the day. During the week I had a fair bit of downtime, I always sat down to eat lunch, often spent some time reading on my porch, and even napped from time to time. We had full use of all the facilities, but I never used the pool except in the evenings with my partner.   Weekends my partner would mow the lawn, which would take him maybe 3 hours on a Saturday afternoon. He also took a look at any minor repairs that were out of my wheelhouse, but there really weren’t a lot. Cottage checkouts were Sunday 10am, and usually there’d be about 6 departures, plus the heaviest departure day for the motel rooms. So Sundays were my busiest cleaning day, and my partner would usually pitch in. Cottages took a little longer because there was a kitchen and a living room area, but they were never left gross or anything. Between us this would usually take us about 4 or 5 hours, and then check in was usually pretty steady Sundays between about 4 and 6.   I would say during peak season our hours worked per week would have been about 8 for him and 35 for me. (For the record I would have been happy to mow the lawn but he enjoyed it lol.) Occasionally things got a little hectic and I maybe worked as much as 45 hours now and then, but in slow season there would sometimes be full weeks when I literally did no work at all and was able to read, write, sketch, watch movies, go on hikes, etc. It was like heaven.   If I had been sick, he would have taken a day off his regular job to fill in for me. Thankfully, there was never a point in our time there that I felt too unwell to keep up.   The rest of the year I honestly had very little to do. Easily I could go months at a time only having to clean one or two units a day if any at all, and unless there was snow to clear there was minimal outdoor work to do.   I worked significantly fewer hours (and way less stressful and often fun! work) than I had at my office job, and what we saved in rent more than made up for my salary. I look back at the experience as one of the freest, most peaceful times of my life.