It’s all relative.
I used to love travelling.
Correction: I LOVE travelling. I really do. Especially international travelling. Especially to Europe. So on my first day back at work from maternity leave, when my manager told me they were delivering a new training that I’d designed in Geneva and that she “wanted me to go”, I should have been thrilled, right? But instead, I found myself swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat, feigning a smile to help hold back tears. Seriously, lady! I’d just left my baby with someone else all day for the first time – and that was tearing me apart as it was. Now you’re asking me to leave my kids and fly across the world for a 4-day training?!
Bad timing, woman. Great intentions, I’m sure. But bad, bad timing.
I debated for nearly 2 months before finally buying my tickets. When I would mention my upcoming trip to people, they’d sqeaul with delight – “Oooh, cool!” or “Oooh, Geneva!” – Completely missing the reluctance in my voice.
Since the time that I finally made the plunge and bought the tickets, I’ve been trying to get myself pumped up about trip.
- I love travelling. And I’ve never been to Geneva before. And I really think I’m European at heart, so really I am excited to be going there for a week!
- A perk of flying oversees with a large company: Business Class. Boo-yeah.
- Another perk of travelling on the company dime: I don’t have to be the ridiculously frugal traveler I usually am. Meaning I’ll buy food in the airport, take taxis rather than walk 10 kilometers across town, and pay to get access to the fitness club at the hotel.
- And I just got to chill in the United Club while waiting for my flight. Read: Free snacks and drinks. Boo-yeah again.
- 2 words: Yogurt and Chocolate. Europe just does some things so, so right.
- The possibility of getting better sleep than I’ve been getting with a 4-month-old who sometimes decides she’s incapable of sleeping for more than 2 hours at a time.
- Meeting a colleague whom I’ve worked with remotely for almost a year, who I think might be a bosom friend. On her work profile, she lists as her interests: baking, running, clarinet. Mine? Food, music, and running.
- Time to blog. And read.
- Hopefully meeting up with my brother and his family during my layover in London (pending my previously delayed flight…)
- A renewed love for my kids when I return home.
So, it’s not all bad. Of course, there will be tough moments. Thirty minutes ago I Skyped the family to sing Oliver to sleep. And then he told me goodnight and blew me a kiss. And I might have teared up right there in the middle of Chicago O’Hare’s airport terminal.
It’s all relative, you know?