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Two weeks at home, and today I feel like I have lost the trick of travel. It feels as if my most recent return from the Philipines meant that I could finally relax into being home. And I did.
I am sitting in the airport again, feeling lost. I forgot my wedding ring. Nearly forgot my pedometer and water bottle. Had to pull jackets out of my carry-on yesterday because everything would simply not fit. Forgot the recent TSA trend toward freaking out at my epsum salts and packed it on the bottom (it's heavy!). So of course I lost 30 minutes to a very nice agent digging it out then leaving me to painstakingly repacking my carryon. Underwear and bras everywhere!
I feel like I gratefully shed the skills of travel too soon.
I loved the last week. Working in my cave (office). Only having to talk to perhaps one person a day. It was relaxing and lovely. I wanted it to last for weeks. But no.
Here we go again.
I am sitting in the airport again, feeling lost. I forgot my wedding ring. Nearly forgot my pedometer and water bottle. Had to pull jackets out of my carry-on yesterday because everything would simply not fit. Forgot the recent TSA trend toward freaking out at my epsum salts and packed it on the bottom (it's heavy!). So of course I lost 30 minutes to a very nice agent digging it out then leaving me to painstakingly repacking my carryon. Underwear and bras everywhere!
I feel like I gratefully shed the skills of travel too soon.
I loved the last week. Working in my cave (office). Only having to talk to perhaps one person a day. It was relaxing and lovely. I wanted it to last for weeks. But no.
Here we go again.
