I've been traveling a lot lately for work...Orlando, Philly, Louisville, the list goes on. It's always exciting to visit new places, experience new things, but I find myself missing home before my plane even leaves the runway. In new cities I always feel on edge, worried about everything that is out of my control. What if my taxi never shows up, plane is delayed or bags don't arrive? What if I go to the wrong venue or have the wrong time & show up late? What if I don't sell enough, hotel lost my reservation, expo doesn't have our company name listed? Questions flow through my mind like speeding bullets.
I'm the type of person that has to go through every scenario & figure out what I'd do in each circumstance, so I'm ready for the worst. I hate being caught off guard. It helps me to be prepared, but it's very stressful to always be figuring out the many ways something can go wrong, and these work trips make it so much worse because I'm there representing someone else, it's not just about me.
This is why my favorite place to be is home. Sitting on my couch, snuggling with the pup, I can't think of a single thing that could go wrong. I love the feeling of being somewhere familiar, somewhere comforting. A place where I know where everything is, where the smells and the sounds are almost a part of me. I know what it sounds like when the AC is about to turn on, what I'm going to hear when the puppies in the apartment nearby are out on their balcony. I'd know which room of my apartment I was in just by the smell & the feel of it. There is no place like home.
I miss it when I'm away. I miss my bed, having all my things, being able to get up & make dinner, playing my music loudly with the windows open & the breeze blowing in. Even the little things like the taste of my tap water, the feel of my soft paper towels, the way the mirror in my bathroom never fogs up. Mostly though, when I'm gone, I miss this little pup...
Ellie Bear
....and I can't wait to come home to her.
