I started traveling for work six weeks after I got married. To say it was a big adjustment was an understatement. Up to that point, the Home Warrior and I had been apart a total of maybe eight days. My first trip was a week long, in California. I was so homesick and miserable. Over the last seven years, the Home Warrior and I have gotten good at communicating long distance, and it’s definitely become easier to be away.
All that changed when I had my baby. The first time I left the Mini Warrior for a quick overnight trip (I was gone about 26 hours) I cried the whole day before I left. I cried when they drove me to the airport. I cried every time I looked at him. But once I was gone, and back in the flow of things, it got easier. Every trip since then has been a little less wrenching. Home Warrior is really good about sending me pictures and videos throughout the day so I can feel like I know what’s going on, and we FaceTime every night. Even though I’m not physically there, I’m still active and involved in my son’s life.
But there are still nights like last night. Lately, the Mini Warrior has resisted going to sleep, and yesterday he didn’t want to take any naps. After a day taking care of a fussy and cranky baby, my poor husband was at his wit’s end. Plus right now we are selling our house, and that is a process riddled with details and frustration. Calling contractors to get bids while across the country, in between meetings and presentations, is hard. Trying to print, sign, scan, and return a million documents that have to be filled out ASAP from across the country is also hard. Knowing that my baby is teething and my husband needs help, and I’m across the country is even harder.
Most of the time I really like traveling for work. I like meeting people, traveling, and knowing that I am really good at a job I enjoy. But sometimes there is nothing more frustrating than sitting in a lovely, quiet hotel room, wishing to be back in Texas.
Readers, do you ever get lonely while traveling?