I’ve been traveling a lot for work lately. I remember when I first started out at this job, I actually enjoyed the breaks I’d get from the walking on eggshells at home. Every trip would be an escape. Temporary relief from inevitably fucking something up, whether I actually fucked something up or not.
Now, though, it doesn’t have that same appeal. There is no tension at home. Home is a wonderful and safe place and I enjoy being there more now than I ever have. Traveling for work is simply taking me out of a place I want to be. It’s not an escape, I don’t have anything I need to escape. It’s a huge downer, to be completely honest, and I’ve been traveling pretty extensively. I’m really over it. I don’t think I’m going to be doing a ton more, but I think what I’ve done already is more than enough.