I’ve had a busy year. I totted it up and realized that in the last 12 months, there have only been three months where I didn’t go on a trip. In one of them, I moved apartments, and in another, Toph and Charlie came to visit. (January was gloriously dull.) Since last June, I’ve been to Idaho, Maine, Portland, Chicago, North Carolina, Mexico, Washington D.C., Chicago again, Boston, New Haven, Delaware…and now I’m off to London and Oxford.
To be clear, at least half of these were work trips, including the upcoming jaunt to England. When I told my Scottish biologist coworker that I was going, he said, “Ahhh, going to God’s own country, eh?” And then I told him I was going up to Oxford after London, and he said, “Ahhh, the glory of old Oxford.” He was so wonderfully wistful about it.
I’m excited to get back to London. I haven’t been back since I lived there five years ago. But I’m also exhausted. And tomorrow I leave the house at 4:15 a.m., which isn’t so much a time as a punishment.
On the positive side, yay to London! And traveling! And being lucky to do work I love!