I've been away from home for ten days. That's quite a while, but what we needed, what I needed.
I'm remembering what I realized yesterday: I don't like the feeling of having to leave to just survive. I'd love to thrive on trips and not sleep so much like the first few days of last week. I realize that might sound selfish coming from someone that has the luxury to leave and go on a vacation. I guess it feels like an obvious reflection more on what healthy living looks like, less on being picky about how to travel.
Left California today for the PNW. Alaska Airlines has made it easy to travel the I-5 corridor, that's for sure. I believe we paid maybe $100 total for the flights we took. Our rental cars usually cost more than our flights.
The landing in PDX was rough, really rough. The pilot(s) had to do some kind of fighter jet move to get us out of a wind sheer. It's the only time in 30+ years of flying I've felt sick to my stomach.
I also happened to sit next to the boyfriend of a female celebrity so that was unexpected and interesting. We checked in with each other as we were bumping down on the landing. I asked him if he was okay and he said yes. I said I wasn't. I wish I'd been tougher. But ready to puke... not feeling the toughness.
As usual, I'm not freaked out to be home, just sort of numb. I'm always glad to see the puppers. I like our home and I like just being home with familiar things, my things. We love traveling with friends or to see friends, staying with friends, but you don't have much of your own space. Worth it, but always nice to slide into your own life again.
I have much to be grateful for.
Much work to do.
#paradox