Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Home Again, Home Again

When travel goes smoothly, it is the niftiest thing around. As in, "Wow. I can't believe I was in London this morning, and now I'm in California, and it didn't take four months of a sea voyage and two months of cross-country travel in a wagon." It makes me want to travel more. It makes me say, "I love to travel."

Not only was my return from London smooth, but I had something totally new happen to me. My plane was supposed to leave Heathrow at 10:25am. We pushed back from the gate at 10:13, and we were WHEELS UP by 10:29. Wot?! We were at the gate in SF early. Unreal.

But my last trip (during which most of the flights were delayed and/or missed, and one plane had a lightning strike just off the wing) made me say, "I miss my kids. Maybe I don't like to travel. This sucks."

It was so wonderful to be able to enjoy this trip--to not have residual anxiety from stressful flights, etc. It's so much harder to be away from the children when that extra anxiety is there. This time, I missed them, but I was able to enjoy the work and the trip, especially my walk around London. I'm hoping that the next trip--which won't happen for a while--will be as smooth.

For now, I'm thrilled to be back in the family fold, and the family is glad to have me.

3 comments:

baxie said...

travel is amazing, except when it isn't.

Welcome back!

outside voice said...

Welcome home!

medieval woman said...

So glad you had a lovely trip - and that you're home!