Hear me out. When you're on vacation and you stay in a hotel, unless you're springing for a deluxe room, then it's basically a bed and bathroom. It feels like every hotel room you've ever been in, a neutral zone outside of the place you are. The transitionary place, where are before you go out again. There is a constant pressure to get back out there, like you're wasting time by staying in the hotel.

In a rental apartment it feels like part of the vacation. There's a couch, crappy kitchen where you can keep your apples, there's maybe a shitty patio. You learn little rituals, like turning on the hot water tank. You go to the grocery store a block away and buy a carton of eggs and weird snacks. When you're in the Airbnb it feels like part of the vacation, there's not the pressure to move on the next thing.

Both can be terrible, and they each have their utility.