Except this time it’s way less exciting – partly because with all the traveling I’ve been doing to visit boyfriend in Wisconsin I am beyond sick of airports and airplanes, partly because I think the initial “wonder” has worn off, and partly because I’m not traveling with any of my teammates this time so I anticipate it being a bit lonelier than my past travels. Which is fine, really, cause it means I get to spend more time in my room practicing poi (more on that later this week), but it’s still a very different experience.
Ok, so technically I didn’t fly the whole way. And I definitely wasn’t on a plane or in airports the entire time. But I did take a plane, and I started at 9:00 am Charleston time and didn’t get to Madison until nearly 10:30 pm Madison time. So the title is technically mostly true.
Well, that might be expressing a bit too much enthusiasm. I had to fly all the way across the country for a two day long meeting, missed several things at home that I was really excited about, including a homemade pasta cooking class and an aerial class (don’t worry – I made that one up), and felt really guilty about leaving my cats alone for four days. But all of that aside, this was a pretty exciting trip.
Since I was flying a lot this week with my business trip and a side visit to boyfriend, I suddenly became curious to know how many flights I’ve taken in the past twelve months. I was specifically interested in this because I knew the answer would be a lot, so I decided to count.
Turns out it’s 31 (across thirteen airports). I kinda wish I hadn’t counted.