I get to go home tomorrow.
Assuming the weather cooperates.
I’ve been on the road for five days. If all goes well I’ll get home late tomorrow evening.
Five days is probably peanuts to a lot of the “road warriors” out there that travel for their jobs, but I’m ready to go home. I drove to tonight’s stop for 2.5 hours through a mixture of blinding, white-out snow fall and slick dangerous roads, to short periods of sunny skies and clear roads. It would switch from one to the other about every couple miles, typical of Michigan or probably any other place in North America in the winter these days.
I’m in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan for the night. My knuckles are still white from the two hour grip on the steering wheel as I tried to avoid sliding off icy roads. For dinner I ate a McDonald’s Southwest Salad and I’m drinking a cheap bottle of wine scored at the local Wal-Mart a ½ mile away. ( I suddenly wonder how often the word “wine” appears in my posts?!?)
‘Cause remember, work travel is a romantic and sophisticated thing!
The blood is slowly flowing back into my knuckles.
Not to get back on the local motel thing, but I’m in the most adorable little local motel I’ve ever stayed in. I may have to get on Trip Advisor and leave a five star review. Outside there is an epic snowstorm, crazy, blinding, accumulating snow… at least the last time I looked. In the back of my mind I’m thinking if there were anywhere to be stranded for an extra day this would be a fine place.
But I’m ready to go home.
I’m seriously ready to go home.
I want to sleep in my bed. I want to hug my wife. I want to see my kids. I want to see my goats.
In a few days I’ll have forgotten anything about this trip like so many before. The next one will be on the horizon to prepare for. This was a successful trip and the next one will be too.
That’s what I do.
The hardest part for me is the leaving, the walking out the door.
Sometimes I have to talk myself up, like Stuart Smalley.
“You’re good enough, you’re smart enough and doggone it people like you.”
Once I’m on the road though, literally five minute later, driving down the road, the salesman shows his big handsome face and I’m like “YEAH BUDDY LET’S GET THIS SHIT DONE!”
So I get it done.
Can you say “Jeckyl and Hyde?!?”
A loud dose of Boston’s “More Than A Feeling” through the car stereo helps. There isn’t a set of car speakers out there capable of playing this song at an adequate volume.
When I’m gone, I don’t think it’s easy at home. My wife definitely notices, suddenly a single parent for several days. My kids? With their crazy teenage lifestyles, sometimes I seriously wonder if they know I’m gone.
I hope they do. I really do.
But when the time comes I’m always ready to come home.
To sleep in my bed. To hug my wife. To see my kids. To see my goats.
I get to go home tomorrow.