For reasons that don't actually matter at the moment, I didn't have to report to my customer site today, but I couldn't get an early flight home.
So, I stayed here. At my hotel.
By 11AM, I was losing my mind with boredom. I just wanted to go back to bed.
I've been reading a lot about introverts and extroverts lately, and I can't decide which I am. I mean, when I'm with people, all I can think about is getting a little time to myself and relaxing.
When I'm alone, I feel an intense need to connect.
I don't know - I may just be a nutjob.
I remember when I was 20. I went to Montreal by myself for a week. Why not?
I went specifically to see live comedy at the Just for Laughs festival.
And I remember being acutely lonely during the week at various times, and then specifically the last day there. I had done everything. Everything that I wanted to do, had read about doing... I was done.
So I went and bought a thick, fat paperback (Maeve Binchy's Glass Lake) and I just sat and read it at the bus station where I would catch the shuttle to the airport.
I had way too much time to kill and even if I was going to be hours early to the airport, I still had too much time. I sat reading for probably two hours before I got to the airport two hours early.
Now, I very nearly went back to a strange man's apartment for coffee - it was a lost in translation kind of moment - he invited me for coffee - I thought he meant at a cafe. His name was Roy. I managed to get out of it with a little white lie once I realized I was in over my head.
But that's really the only connection I made. I wandered through this amazing city by day, and sat watching incredible shows at night, and I was completely alone.
It was honestly fine, until it wasn't. But I look back on that, and I feel sad that I didn't have a friend with me on that trip. No one to talk with and make plans or share the experience with.
Fast forward nearly eighteen years.
Tonight, I got dressed to have dinner at a nice place, one I've eaten at before. I sat alone, ate alone...
And came home. I did talk with one of my favorite customers today, as well as one of my colleagues. I finally connected with Matt today, and Mom - and then Jim called on my way home.
So, it's not as though I went without contact all day. But I feel kind of bleh and sick.
I'm packed for tomorrow - just need to throw in my toiletries and laptop in their bags tomorrow and I am ready to go.
I haven't slept well on this trip, and although I've eaten reasonably, for the most part, I haven't been as active as I could be.
I plan to hit up some serious Zumba over the weekend.
And do some laundry.
And get ready to head to Seattle.
Oh, yes - did I mention? I am going to do a Seattle run Tuesday. Back Wednesday.
I think the rest of the year is going to be ridic with travel. I need to figure out a way to feel connected, get some balance and stay the course.
I'm self-prescribing a regimen of lots of cold water, sunlight, fresh air, exercise, good food and sleep.
But first, a new episode of Project Runway.
Because I need a little bitchy fashion before bedtime.
ae
So, I stayed here. At my hotel.
By 11AM, I was losing my mind with boredom. I just wanted to go back to bed.
I've been reading a lot about introverts and extroverts lately, and I can't decide which I am. I mean, when I'm with people, all I can think about is getting a little time to myself and relaxing.
When I'm alone, I feel an intense need to connect.
I don't know - I may just be a nutjob.
I remember when I was 20. I went to Montreal by myself for a week. Why not?
I went specifically to see live comedy at the Just for Laughs festival.
And I remember being acutely lonely during the week at various times, and then specifically the last day there. I had done everything. Everything that I wanted to do, had read about doing... I was done.
So I went and bought a thick, fat paperback (Maeve Binchy's Glass Lake) and I just sat and read it at the bus station where I would catch the shuttle to the airport.
I had way too much time to kill and even if I was going to be hours early to the airport, I still had too much time. I sat reading for probably two hours before I got to the airport two hours early.
Now, I very nearly went back to a strange man's apartment for coffee - it was a lost in translation kind of moment - he invited me for coffee - I thought he meant at a cafe. His name was Roy. I managed to get out of it with a little white lie once I realized I was in over my head.
But that's really the only connection I made. I wandered through this amazing city by day, and sat watching incredible shows at night, and I was completely alone.
It was honestly fine, until it wasn't. But I look back on that, and I feel sad that I didn't have a friend with me on that trip. No one to talk with and make plans or share the experience with.
Fast forward nearly eighteen years.
Tonight, I got dressed to have dinner at a nice place, one I've eaten at before. I sat alone, ate alone...
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And came home. I did talk with one of my favorite customers today, as well as one of my colleagues. I finally connected with Matt today, and Mom - and then Jim called on my way home.
So, it's not as though I went without contact all day. But I feel kind of bleh and sick.
I'm packed for tomorrow - just need to throw in my toiletries and laptop in their bags tomorrow and I am ready to go.
I haven't slept well on this trip, and although I've eaten reasonably, for the most part, I haven't been as active as I could be.
I plan to hit up some serious Zumba over the weekend.
And do some laundry.
And get ready to head to Seattle.
Oh, yes - did I mention? I am going to do a Seattle run Tuesday. Back Wednesday.
I think the rest of the year is going to be ridic with travel. I need to figure out a way to feel connected, get some balance and stay the course.
I'm self-prescribing a regimen of lots of cold water, sunlight, fresh air, exercise, good food and sleep.
But first, a new episode of Project Runway.
Because I need a little bitchy fashion before bedtime.
ae
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