I was thinking about writing a post entitled Am I in Hell, or is this just another airport?, and probably one day soon I will. But as the nature of my trip has morphed from business to pleasure, my attitude about the whole thing has been refreshed as well.
Leaving home, even on a short trip, is something I no longer handle gracefully. There was a time, a mere decade ago, when I spent three nights or more of every week in Chicago or New York. I worked this way for about a year, and honestly, I enjoyed it. It wasn't only about the restaurant dining and the nice hotels: being away gave me the opportunity to reach the end of a long work day without facing new demands on my energy and attention at home.
The reason that arrangement was successful for me is that I do not easily shift gears from one condition to another. My internal state machine has rusty gears. If I am in work mode, I need some time to move back into daddy mode. If I'm in daddy mode, I do not slide easily into writer mode. And so forth.
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So I'm grateful to Jackie, our kids, my friends Andy and Sarah, and their kids, for managing to find room in their lives to give me this extra day of transition between my insane, annoying week of travel and my return to my normal day to day existence.