I’m travelling for work again today, the second time in two weeks. I used to relish these trips, even if they were short, even if the travel was long, because it gave me some time to myself. A little bit of peace and quiet.
I still cherish this time and try to make the most of it, but I look forward to it a little less, dread it a little more. Because sometimes what I’m leaving behind is peace and quiet* and I appreciate it more now.
*Yes, I realize he’s not always quite this quiet. But he’s still my little boy.
