I’ve been doing a lot of business travel lately.
Part of me hates leaving town. I love being home. I miss kissing the kids goodnight. (Yes, they still let me kiss them goodnight!) And I love the quiet time with Andrew when the house is still after everyone is asleep.
The other part of me cherishes climbing into fresh hotel linens at the end of a long, productive day with the air conditioning set at exactly the temperature that I like. And as long as they’re not too perfumy, I love having new soaps to try. I know, silly, right?
It’s an adventure to be alone in a different city, to move to the pace of it.
But I hate eating dinner alone in restaurants.
But I digress.
Traveling has its downsides. Like the woman on the plane who coughed the entire flight. And its upsides like the fact that I read half a book on the way here and plan to finish it on the flight home tomorrow.
I had a great meeting today and am excited for the one scheduled tomorrow. So that’s all good.
But being away reminds me (not that I forgot) – there is no place like home.