Breaking from the Break

{Written in the Atlanta airport yesterday, and posted when I finally got internet access.}

As it turns out, flying cross-country is actually more relaxing than my breaks in town. It’s like being forced to read, sleep, and relax for 4-5 hours. Sure the airports are hell (Atlanta is pretty ridiculous today especially) but when you factor in the numbers of “events” I cram into a week, especially one involving Easter, it’s a bit much. I went over to Pullman to visit my sister with my mom for Mom’s weekend then had multiple lunch and dinner dates, a work meeting, and rock band sessions and even a couple of parties to fill the rest of the week… Sheesh. I drove almost 750 miles in my car over the course of the week I think... but crisscrossing the state and having friends both north and south of the city will do that.

I have to say, I like living restricted to what I have in my suitcase and carry-on bag, my room has so much superfluous crap in it everything just explodes out and all over when I’m home, since I try on about 4 outfits before leaving the house. It’s also nice to be fully allowed and encouraged to wear the same outfit every day on the job. I’ve tried packing a larger suitcase for multiple different reasons, but unless I have a 3+ week stint on the road one of these days, I don’t think it makes sense to pack that much, since 2 weeks in the same clothes doesn’t end up getting that stinky. This week is great, since my suitcase is set to get much lighter after this weekend when I deliver Maureen’s wedding gift. I’m planning a shopping trip post-weekend, the only question remaining is whether I’ll stock up on nutritious foodstuffs, or outfits from Target.

I almost missed flying over that week... quick, somebody snap me out of that! Ahh... Thanks Delta, delay my flight and make me remember why there's no place like home.