Do you ever get the feeling you have been here before? That is what I love about exploring old roadside motels. You can remember as a kid stopping at a place like this. Perhaps in Florida, South Carolina or Virginia?
The basic layout of the room and the old wallpaper remind of what was once a nice place to lay your head after a long drive. Maybe you remember returning to the room after a long day at the beach or after a night out on the town. Those memories are now mixed in with the debris left behind by those who moved in to steal what furniture was left.
The once clean motel rooms are now littered with trash from vagrants, passing animals, fire from homeless men and women trying to stay warm in the winter, etc.