Even if it just for a short while. My travel season has begun at work and won’t let up until mid December.

Once, a long time ago, I was returning to Canada from a trip to Vietnam. I had been away about 2 weeks. The stretch from Hong Kong to Vancouver is a pretty long one and I started talking a woman sitting beside me. I can’t remember her exact circumstances, but needless to say, she didn’t fly very often and had saved a long time for her trip. I complained, maybe even whined about how horrible my life was. Something about flying all over the place for work. And as we talked about the kind of hotels I stayed in, the meals I ate and the actual work I did, her eyes got bigger and bigger. She finally concluded, and rightly so, that I was sounding a bit like a spoiled brat and that lots of people would rather be in my place than the drudgery of a 9 to 5 office job.

Since that time, whenever I start to feel sorry for myself, I check my need to complain about the product of my choices. Travel was what I signed up for. And in most ways, there have been rewarding experiences and great friendships that I otherwise would have missed out on.

But for today, I am so glad to be home.