Travel Woes

I like to think that I like traveling. I have always thought that if I were wealthy, I would rather spend money traveling than on an extravagant house or car. But I’m not so sure.

I’m both happy and grateful that I’ve been able to do a little bit of traveling for my job. Growing up, the Sutherlands never vacationed beyond driving distance, save one flight to L.A. So I’m trying to take advantage of the chance to see some places I otherwise wouldn’t.

But I start missing my family even before I leave. The days leading up to the departure are spent feeling guilty for leaving Traci on her own and it makes me feel sad to say goodbye to the kiddos.

And then there’s the fact that I find everything about airports incredibly stressful. It drives me crazy that after packing everything up so nicely, everything has to come right back out again when you hit the security line.

Once I get to wherever I’m going, I spend the majority of the time worrying about how to get from A to B and back again. Maybe I don’t think traveling is that fun after all. I guess I’ll buy a big house.