bumpy re-entry.
I’m drowning, once again. The busy-ness of returning home in combination with tiredness from a super-long travel day and jet lag leaves me feeling off-kilter, struggling to stay afloat. I have heard of people who add a day of vacation at home after a trip in order to find a better balance, but I don’t
preparation anxiety.
Will I get it all done? What will I forget? What did I already forget? As I tried to get things ready around the house while tying up loose ends at work, I could feel it coming on. The anxiety attack. After my morning cleaning, work, lunch with a friend (a bright, relaxing spot even
prepare to pack!
Back when we hit the road a couple or more of times a month, we were expert packers. And when we flew? We haven’t checked a bag in forever. Well, except within Turkey and within Greece. Turkey because of fingernail clipper rules and such other even-more-restictive-than-the-TSA rules. Greece because I was worried about the size
when is too much too much?
As a rule, I try to be understanding. But as some point, too much is too much. As I sat in the hotel room working on Tuesday evening, I could hear a commotion out in the hall. I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but already knew that there was a bit of renovation
traveling: prepping to leave
If you know me, you know that I love to hit the road. There were months when the kids were young that we would be gone more days than we were at home. Some months, we’d be home only a handful of days. Fast-forward to now, and it seems I can rarely get away. Now
Living the hotel life
“Where’s the lobby?” “I don’t know.” “But you WORK here!” As I was sitting in the “food court” at the hotel enjoying my coconut tofu and veggies, an older couple asked a hotel employee where the lobby was. He had no clue – “Only worked here two days!”. They got a little testy. I jumped
Delta’s “Bait and Switch” Smells Rotten to Me
I hate Ticketmaster. I seriously hate Ticketmaster. But tonight I offered them up as a reasonable alternative to the Rotten, Stinky dishonest bait-and-switch game that Delta says is within their rights. Just for the heck of it, I looked up flights to NYC tonight. I was pleased to see flights for $180 round-trip per person.
To the passenger in seat 41A
I suspect that, as you approached row 41 while boarding your flight today, you may have had a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You might have even go so far as to murmur about your rotten luck. No, you eyes did not deceive you, there were two kids are already sitting in
Travelin’, Travelin’
Oh how we love to go places. And oh how I hate to come home. Not that I don’t love home. I do love being home. But those first few days when I get back from a trip are overwhelming. Not only do I have to unpack and get everything put away from the trip,
Bad WiFi
Well, not so bad, but I can only get it in the lobby and by the pool. There don’t appear to be an outlets near the pool (that only makes sense), so with this bad battery, I can only get on for short bursts of time. So anything I need to do while online will
GBK Gwyneth