I was on a plane for the first time in 8 months on Friday. I went to Vancouver to meet a new baby. (He was adorable and is now well swathed in wool). I saw former colleagues, now friends. Family.
I planned on seeing the Sea Otters at the Vancouver Aquarium and having sushi. I did not do either.
I saw people I loved. Everyone asked if I miss the travel.
I miss it now that I no longer have status. I miss the ability to sit in a quiet lounge with a glass of wine and some food and I miss getting on the plane first and not having to fight disorganized people. I miss putting myself on the standby list and knowing that I will get on the plane, even if they have to upgrade me to business class.
I miss the ability to plan fun meals in multiple cities.
And then I think of the quiet joys of home. Cooking soup and bread. Buying vegetables on a Sunday and cooking them on a Wednesday. Curling up to Mr. Spit.
It’s been a big change. On the whole of it, I miss parts and I love parts. Not so bad.