I’ve been spending a lot of time away for business this month. This volume of travel is a system shock compared to the last few years’ COVID lockdowns, working from home, and doing everything remote. I remember years ago when I first started this job I actually really liked traveling for work. I would get sent to cool new places, at least one exotic one, and I’d get relief from my very strife-ridden and chaotic home life at that time. It would be my escape. I’d get to sit at a bar and drink beers while eating good food and not feel like I’m walking on eggshells for a few days out of the month.
Fast forward to today, and the home we’ve built is better than anything I could escape to. And no place is worth seeing without my person coming with. It’s actually pretty depressing. I don’t want to be on the road anymore, and I’m honestly unsure how to improve the situation. The amount of travel isn’t unusual for my occupation.
I miss my kids. I miss my fiancée. I miss my home.