The the joy and anxiety in packing a suitcase, the hustle and bustle of the airport, the possibility of having a drink in an unknown locale, the thrill in driving a new road, the anxiety of sleeping in a strange room, the oddness of finding a spectacular bargain in a most unexpected place, the excitement in trying new dishes, the newness, the expectation in meeting old friends reciting in yet another foreign place, the strolls in exotic promenades. I miss it.
At to my dear amusement so does my little A. He said the other day that he was yearning to fly in an airplane again. Then, the other night, when I told him about our upcoming trip next week, he shouted "finally! SFO again". And then was profoundly sad when I told him it was going to be a car trip not more than 5 hours away.
I was pondering again how my main motif to work, first and foremost, is the ability to travel and to vacation with family. I would be delighted to find my little angle is also one day yearning for travel as much as A does and as much as I do.
A and I en route to Edmonton, AB - June 2012
A in cockpit