A Bittersweet Farewell

I visited the McKittrick Hotel for the first time my senior year of high school; it was my “senior prom” celebration – while others headed down to the shore for their post-prom activities, I made my way to the McKittrick. My first visit was something I’ll never forget as my pulse pounded and I ran up and down flights of stairs, following characters, and trying to discover what else this hotel was filled with. Since then, I have returned 3 more times and each time I left wanting to return. I swore that the last time I was at the McKittrick would be the final time, but I anticipate giving into my senses and visiting one last time before it goes away for good. I will miss the witches, the dancing, the dinners, but most importantly I will miss the feeling of chasing destiny and finding what was in store behind so many closed doors. We may never return to the McKittrick, but the McKittrick will always be with us.