A 20-day Workcation
I recently spent 20 days away from home. Yep, 20 whole days. It was quite the experience. I've never spent that much time away from my own home. My own couch. My own bed.
Now a few people have asked me what prompted this, and I have to honestly tell you - it wasn't planned. I mean, I already had a "workcation" in Aruba planned but when a friend sent that "let's escape to Mexico for a few days" text, I couldn't resist. I just didn't realize that it bumped up against my already planned travel (I really need to do a better job with my calendar).
So it went something like this: Chicago to Cancun to Miami to Orlando to Detroit to Aruba to Chicago. WHEW...and while it was all very exciting, I was exhausted by the end of it all and in desperate need of a good massage.
But I learned something about myself that I think I already knew: I'm not built for long-term travel.
You read that right. Long-term travel is not for me. I mean, I did enjoy each place while I was there: the Quintana Roo area is my JAM....I could do a weekend in Miami every month...Orlando without kids (and working) was a different experience (I'd do it again)... Detroit is home...and Aruba was new and exciting...but by the end of it all - I was cranky.
All of the flights, all of the hopping around, all of the eating out. It was too much for me. I missed home. I missed my friends. I missed my local hangouts.
But here's the thing, I would do it again! Why? Because I'm addicted to travel. I'm addicted to the rush of being on a flight. Addicted to seeing new things and meeting new people.
Addicted to being pushed outside my comfort zone - until what was uncomfortable becomes comfortable. I know, it sounds crazy, but because you read this entire blog post; I'm sure you are addicted too!
Where are you going next and for how long?
2 Girls & a Bikini