You know I love to travel. I love buying a plane ticket, I count down the days until the departure, I think about what I’ll pack, and I love walking into a hotel room.
But the last month has been insane. I went to Las Vegas to stay with my brother while my parents were in Atlanta. Then I came home and, five days later, left for five days at Girls Camp. The day I got home, I showered, threw the contents of my suitcase straight into the washing machine, repacked, and caught a flight to Salt Lake City where we spent the weekend with my extended family for a reunion. I drove back to Las Vegas with my mom on Monday and spent five days with her and my dad. After coming home on Friday night, we packed up our house, closed, and moved in with some friends who are graciously letting us borrow the guestroom for a few weeks, I caught a plane on Wednesday morning to Boston where I spent five days visiting my new schools and principals, taking the licensing exam for the state of Massachusetts, and looking for apartments with my mom.
I’m tired just typing that list out – I can’t believe I actually survived all that travel.
Since June 10, I have spent only 9 full days at home.
I have never been so glad to be back in Austin with no trips in the foreseeable future (the three day drive to Boston in a moving truck is not to be counted). I am in no hurry to log my next Southwest flight, I can tell you that.