doing penance.
well, in exchange for my marvellous weekend at home (puppy was played with, barbeque was joyously consumed) i am at work super early this morning, and will be arriving early/leaving late for the whole two weeks between now and my triumphant departure for Texas.
In other news, c seems to have found himself in the most beautiful of places – sadly, i know this only from his diary since email seems to be spotty there and i have only heard so little from him (yes, i’m publicly guilttripping you now, c). but it sounds heartbreakingly beautiful and calm, and i can only sit at my desk, in the middle of midtown, and alternately curse him and count the days until march.
yes, march. planning on visiting c in estonia with my generous tax return from uncle sam and a few days leave from my job. i was going to go to england, all set to go to england in fact, and rent a car and drive around the british isle with a choice travelling companion. but, well, as genevieve put it so succinctly, visiting london takes five days to do and six months to emotionally recover from. and going to estonia is new, and exciting, and something for my wandering heart to achingly look forward to. and whatever else c is, he’s not emotionally traumatizing.
so as usual, i’ve started looking for tickets six months in advance, because i’m obsessive like that.
it’s not that i don’t like my job. i like my job. i just – well, there’s really no getting rid of wanderlust. some people don’t have it. i know people that are content taking one trip a year to see some beloved family, or perhaps disneyland (like a certain Ambiguously Married Duo is doing right now!). I am not one of those people. i feel i am wasting my life if i am not seeing new places and travelling all the time. sadly, i cannot afford to do this, so i don’t.
that leaves me sitting at my desk, typing in random destinations into expedia ($1,400 to Fiji! Let’s go!) and resisting the magnetic draw of my credit card to the “Buy Now!” button. [sigh.]
See you in march, c. hopefully i’ll hear from you before then….
k.

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