Banjo on Her Knee*

When the new year rolled around, I didn’t really think about how much travelling was in my future.

I regret that lack of foresight now†, but I have hopes that the dashing about will end in July, when I’ll have moved back to my team and friends on the opposite side of the world. I like to travel††, but I don’t like being unsettled. And while half of my wardrobe (and toothbrush, and contacts, and shampoo) live in one city, and the other half lives 90 miles away, I will continue to feel somewhat adrift. It gives me some compassion (and empathy) for those business men and women who travel all the time.^

At the same time, for the slight inconvenience of lots of travel, I get to see lots of my friends. And there really isn’t much I wouldn’t do (if it was within my means) to visit those I love and care for. So it’s worth it and I like the fact that my car is still dependable at over 276,000 miles.

However, I have gotten off topic. I was merely going to rave (and therefore thank) Jenna for taking me to a wonderful little‡ bookshop where I went a little book-crazy. Thankfully my luggage and my budget constrained my desire to double my library‡‡ though thoughts of those low prices could still make me drool a little.

Thanks for having me, Jenna! You win the award for the farthest I’ve traveled to visit someone this year.

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*That was a bad attempt at hinting where I went over the weekend.**

**Sorry, Jenna.

†Mostly because I could have emotionally prepared for these months better than I have(n’t) done. Oh hindsight… you always get to teach me something.

††I may be addicted. But I’m not admitting it’s a problem yet.

^I couldn’t do it. Not for any amount of money. Living out of a suitcase year-in and year-out is apparently Not My Thing.

‡It wasn’t really little. At all.

‡‡Which at around 600 books would be quite the undertaking.