Friday, June 04, 2004
i'm a traveling girl...
I like to travel.
I don't do a lot of it, and when I do I tend to stay in California, with Tucson the farthest afield from home, but I do enjoy getting out of town for a day or more, seeing sights that are not the sights I see everyday in Eastern San Fernando Valley or West Hollywood or West L.A.
So the opportunity to go to Big Sur last weekend with CuteNerdBoy and MoulinRougeFan, so close to 3 1/2 days planned in Tucson, seemed like a traveler's dream come true. How fun, I thought! How jet-setting it might seem to a suburban gal raised in Navy life by solidly MidWestern, small town parents. A gal like myself, for instance.
I imagined that this would be what it might be like to have a job that required frequent travel. Though I realized long ago that being away from home so often would be tough, I'd always thought that I'd like such a job, enjoy the different cities, the change of scenery. A new town every couple of weeks. How very cool.
How very tiring.
I'm happy I went to Big Sur, enjoying the company of CuteNerdBoy and MoulinRougeFan, and I'm happy to be in Tucson visiting BestFriend and family. But so close to one another? I'm thinking not so much.
See, I got home from Big Sur around 10pm on Monday, Tuesday was work and an information meeting for something I'm considering doing (more on that later), Wednesday was work again, with me staying pretty late to get some stuff finished up so I didn't have to worry about it while in Tucson, and Thursday was packing and sending out work e-mails from home and making a couple of work phone calls I'd forgotten to make the day before and then traveling to Tucson. Not a heck of a lot of relaxation time. Or sleep. Thursday I was actually dreading leaving home, though I always love to visit BestFriend.
And I miss my kitties. Oh, I know they'll be fine - I have someone checking in on them. But I don't think I've been away from them this long before. At least not since 1999. Sure, I was home for two days there, but barely, and I'm sad that I've seen so little of them and that they've seen so little of me.
Oh, while I was home I cuddled and chirped and loved them as much as I could, while still trying to get a few things done around the house, but it wasn't enough. Now I'm torn between enjoying my time in Tucson and just wanting to be home with them.
Though I've always loved the little buggers, and I miss them when I'm not home, I don't think I've ever missed my boys this much before.
It's official - I am a Cat Lady. And while I still want to travel, experience new cities and countries - because I really do love new experiences - I don't want to be a Traveling Girl.
Can I go home now?
Please?
I don't do a lot of it, and when I do I tend to stay in California, with Tucson the farthest afield from home, but I do enjoy getting out of town for a day or more, seeing sights that are not the sights I see everyday in Eastern San Fernando Valley or West Hollywood or West L.A.
So the opportunity to go to Big Sur last weekend with CuteNerdBoy and MoulinRougeFan, so close to 3 1/2 days planned in Tucson, seemed like a traveler's dream come true. How fun, I thought! How jet-setting it might seem to a suburban gal raised in Navy life by solidly MidWestern, small town parents. A gal like myself, for instance.
I imagined that this would be what it might be like to have a job that required frequent travel. Though I realized long ago that being away from home so often would be tough, I'd always thought that I'd like such a job, enjoy the different cities, the change of scenery. A new town every couple of weeks. How very cool.
How very tiring.
I'm happy I went to Big Sur, enjoying the company of CuteNerdBoy and MoulinRougeFan, and I'm happy to be in Tucson visiting BestFriend and family. But so close to one another? I'm thinking not so much.
See, I got home from Big Sur around 10pm on Monday, Tuesday was work and an information meeting for something I'm considering doing (more on that later), Wednesday was work again, with me staying pretty late to get some stuff finished up so I didn't have to worry about it while in Tucson, and Thursday was packing and sending out work e-mails from home and making a couple of work phone calls I'd forgotten to make the day before and then traveling to Tucson. Not a heck of a lot of relaxation time. Or sleep. Thursday I was actually dreading leaving home, though I always love to visit BestFriend.
And I miss my kitties. Oh, I know they'll be fine - I have someone checking in on them. But I don't think I've been away from them this long before. At least not since 1999. Sure, I was home for two days there, but barely, and I'm sad that I've seen so little of them and that they've seen so little of me.
Oh, while I was home I cuddled and chirped and loved them as much as I could, while still trying to get a few things done around the house, but it wasn't enough. Now I'm torn between enjoying my time in Tucson and just wanting to be home with them.
Though I've always loved the little buggers, and I miss them when I'm not home, I don't think I've ever missed my boys this much before.
It's official - I am a Cat Lady. And while I still want to travel, experience new cities and countries - because I really do love new experiences - I don't want to be a Traveling Girl.
Can I go home now?
Please?
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