I didn’t travel for work at all in 2013. That was not a good thing, which became clear at the beginning of 2014. But at the time, it was very relaxing. Things have changed pretty significantly this year, and I’m traveling a lot more. Nothing crazy, but once or twice a month.
Professionally, I don’t mind it a bit. I really like my job, and when I’m on the road it’s either to go to my office, which I enjoy, or to visit a potential client, which is a good sign.
Truth be told, I don’t mind it personally either. I like solo car trips, and I like a nice quiet hotel room. I like using towels that somebody else will wash.
John, on the other hand, tells me that he doesn’t like it when I travel. That isn’t easy to hear. He and Matt have a grand time when I’m away, but before I go and after I come home, John lets me know that he’s not on board. Sometimes by saying so, and sometimes just by acting like a pill. This has been true since he was maybe two or three years old.
Fortunately, he’s now old enough for me to explain it to him this way: all the mornings that I’m there to give him breakfast and get him to school, all the after school snacks, all the afternoon violin lessons, all the evenings I can start playing legos immediately after closing my computer… all those things are possible because of my job. If I worked here in Middlebury or up in Burlington, I’d spend all those moments in a car instead. I work in Baltimore so my commute is zero and I can peek down to say hello after school. And yes, that means that sometimes I have to travel. But I think it’s worth it. I think when it’s put in those terms, John thinks so, too.