Good hook. Those one-sentence-paragraphs can seem a cop-out but it didn't. I like the imagery, too, but maybe it's a bit too much in an opening paragraph? :S
And mine:
If there's one thing I've learned, it's that first impressions are imperative. They are the foundation on which all opinion is built--a person, or a place, can change; can alter completely in a moment, but that first impression is always there. It cannot be flattened out; nor can it be thrown aside or thrown away. First impressions stay in one's mind as keenly as the memory of a first kiss or a first blunder. They are permanent. When I think about it, I suppose my first impression of the hotel began long before I saw it in person. Like many people's, mine began with the imagination, with expectation. I saw it in my head as I read the advertisement in the shop window of the newsagents below my flat. Staring at that salmon pink rectangle of card, and at the details scrawled ineptly in blue biro, I knew it was for me. Like a hollogram on the shop window--except that the whole street seemed to vaporise in my consciousness--it unfurled before me. It was everything, it was all; it was all I'd ever hoped for. I saw the building as only a romantic could, although I believe it must have been like muddled pieces of a jigsaw. I cannot have seen the hotel in its entirity, because the real thing did not disappoint. Really, in truth, I imagined stone walls, a long drive, latticed windows. I saw what I wanted and I never supposed it unobtainable. I knew in my soul it would be all I had hoped for. My first impression was sealed.
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