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on the road
By heather | September 18, 2009
10 yeas ago when I was just starting my career, I had a job where I traveled 90% of the time and I loved it. I got to see places that I would never have afforded on my own dime, including Guam, Iceland, Germany, Denmark, and Italy, as well as 46 out of 50 states. It was fun, but exhausting all the same and when I finally gave it up after two years, I was more than ready to be home for a while.
Now when I get the chance to travel, it’s fraught with anxiety about leaving the kids, not to mention what a pain it’s become to fly with travel restrictions and $20 (!) fees to check a bag. I’m not sure why I’m so reluctant to leave, part of me desperately wants some time to myself, to workout in the evening if I choose and to get ready in the morning without anyone falling off the bed or having a meltdown over having to get dressed.
When my plane took off on Monday, part of me panicked, because a trip that requires airfare is not the same as a quick drive to DC – no turning around, minutes or hours where you’re unreachable, OMGwhatifsomethinghappensandi’mnot there…
I didn’t go anywhere great or even very interesting, and it took me a full two days to relax and start to enjoy my alone time. Then it was time to come home. Because I finished early and it would have cost me $600 to change my flight, I hopped in my co-worker’s rented compact Kia and rode 300 miles up I-95 listening to jazz just so I could be home to put the kids to bed. I am terrified of small cars and despise jazz and at one point almost had a heart attack when I looked up to see a semi nary 3 feet in front of the windshield.
And now I’m home. In some ways, it’s like I never left. In others, if feels different. Better.
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September 18th, 2009 at 4:07 pm
You don’t like jazz?
I never get to go away for any amount of time so that to me is always this dream that I hold onto and hope for. One day I may get to feel what it’s like to fret.
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September 18th, 2009 at 5:05 pm
You’ll probably relax more on the next trip. Bet it was nice to get away, and then nice to be back.
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