I seem to say this a lot lately.
I never dreamed I’d spend so much time on a plane.
I used think people with frequent flyer status had such a glam life full of adventure. Jet setting off around the world to see the lights and landscape of far away exotic locations but the reality is, most people are traveling for work and it’s just a time consuming form of transportation. An extremely long commute and you quickly get sick of cheezits, which is about all you get on a plane anymore.
Boyd and I have recently joined the ranks of couples who work and live in different states and whilst I get all the “wow, so exciting and it must be nice to travel so much!” or “how nice to have time to yourself” comments, I can safely say it’s not. It sucks actually.
We started out trying to see this as a fun adventure but in the very first week we realized, we don’t like the separation. He leaves and I’m the single, working parent, doing all the general life jobs until I hop on a plane to go and see him for a few days. He’s in NYC working his ass off and then going home to an empty apartment with no kids, no wife, and no big hairy dog. It’s lonely.
This change came about suddenly and while there was no solid forward facing plan in motion, we did think it could make for a fun adventure. Our kids are grown and less in need of us (or so we thought) and flying back and forth isn’t that big of a deal when you have the means to do it but even if you’re a Kardashian with a private Jet, it still takes a ton of time and more of it is spent apart than together.
So that’s why I’m “Out of Town” so much lately and why, when I am home, I don’t have as much free time to do stuff. On the bright side….
OMG,WE HAVE A PLACE IN NEW YORK!