Travelling anxiety
As I get older, I enjoy certain forms of travel less and less. I
think that by nature, I am something of a “nester” who’d often prefer
to stay in the area and enjoy the people around me rather than strike
out on my own for a long period of time.
I say this because I embark on five weeks away tomorrow. I have
four weddings to go to over the next six weekends, and they’re all in
the Bay Area. Hence, rather than commute to the Bay every couple
of weekends, I just decided to stay with friends out there for the
duration. I’m also going to see my family for the first time in
about 18 months.
BF left this morning for a couple of professional conferences, so he’ll
be gone for about 10 days. And then he’ll join me in California
at the end of the month. But I won’t see him for about
three-and-a-half weeks. It’s been a long while since we’ve spent
that much time apart, and it feels a little sad that I won’t wake up to
him, make dinner with him, or any of the other things that you do when
your partner’s at home with you for what seems (right now) like a very
long time.
I have to take the car out to a friend’s house in the suburbs tonight,
since I park on the street, and the local parking officers are pretty
nuts about getting you to move for the weekly street sweeping.
But I’m biding my time until later, trying to find stuff to do.
Packing’s mostly done….
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