It was almost midnight when I arrived at Omaha. I was sleep-deprived (having slept for less than 4 hours for two consecutive nights before), nervous for a major proposal presentation the next day (my first, to be precise), and was planning to work a few extra hours to have the presentation perfect.
Having no knowledge of what mysterious workings the universe has been conjuring up, I walked to the end of a long dark hall way and there it was - 2009, with a big sign below labeling "Presidential Suite." The whole thing was so surreal that I cannot recall the sequence of my movements in the first five minutes. I think I must have ran up and down the stairs at least five times, and opened all the closet/cabinet doors. And then of course I took out my camera and started photographing the duplex which has a ceiling height of at least 20', a fireplace, two televisions, too many sofas and chairs, a large tub, and view out to the courtyard.
This must be some mysterious divine reward for the work I had done for this presentation, and how sweet it was especially when I was least expecting. At the end, really, it wasn't the luxury, but the unexpectedness that overwhelmed me, all part of the the surreal life I have in St. Louis and chances of traveling to unlikely places.
More pictures: http://www.flickr.com/photos/hanhsiho/sets/72157622374529736/
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