When I move on to wherever it is I will be moving on to-will be the travel. Somehow, I think that unless I am really, really lucky-I’m not going to find a job that allows me to travel the way I have the last few years.
And I’m going to really miss that.
Now mind you, I’ve not been thrilled with the 3 weeks of mind numbing routine that has come between the boarding of planes at both ends of the journey this last year or so, but for the most part- having to travel a lot really does not bother me. I know a lot of people say they hate it-they hate the time away from home and hearth. And they wish they were back with their families.
I am not one of those people.
I sometimes feel guilty about not feeling guilty about it-or not having the yearning for protracted time at home with the S.O. Trouble is, I don’t feel that way. Give me about 3 weeks at the ranch and slowly but surely I will climb the walls-which means its time to get away, prowl the new places, drink beer and otherwise engage in anti-soccer mom behavior. ( Which includes trying to chat up said soccer moms on occasion……).
I guess I’m just strange that way. The trip to the airport excites me. Getting the boarding pass, proceeding to the lounge, the first frosty beer in said lounge are all interesting , repetitive experiences for me. Checking into a hotel, that first quick glance around the room, the snap on of the TV-followed by the anticipation of exploring new locations.
Sure it can get old at times-but I’ve found that is mostly the quality of the experience at the destination-or the lack of attractive things to do at said destination-not the journey.
Esepecially when someone else is paying the bill.
Which is why I read E at L and Spike with a tinge of envy. ( Plus they are bolder than I on that whole “zest for life” thing.).
So for now, I am content-watching an Iran Air 747 being backed away from the gate. Its hard for an American to realize these days-but people actually travel to Tehran. God knows why-the pursuit of Yuan, Yen, Rubles, or Euros no doubt-but they do. I saw the lady with the final boarding call sign -Seoul then Tehran-not exactly a trip to garden spots if you ask me.
Still its a trip.
Blogging may be light the next couple of days. We’ll see.
Lots to worry about in the short term for me and my little world-its future is hazy to say the least. But today-I’m at peace.
A traveling man should be that way.
See you on the other side!
Rest up.