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And Also (Further Notes on Travel)

I'm in the Denver airport and I've been thinking about the post I wrote yesterday about traveling, a writer's travels to be exact.

In retrospect, I realized I wanted to write a paragraph about what I missed when I travel, but I didn't.  Why? Because I was rushed and had a million things to finish before my sister picked me up at the crack of dawn this morning.  That's another thing about traveling so much: it makes me feel as if I'm always in a rush.

And then I don't have time to do things I want to do, because I'm so often preparing for a trip, giving a workshop, responsibilty for a weekend orientation, meeting with ghostwriting clients, etc.  For instance, I've been organizing my office for months now.  Every time I start to make some progress on it, a new trip looms and I get pulled away to get ready.

Back to the opening sentiment.  Here are things I miss when I travel:

My cats

Sunday suppers with my family

American Idol (there's no TV where I'm staying)

Knitting

Fires in the fireplace

Oregon rain

I'm sure if I thought about it longer I'd come up with more.  

And yet.  I'm reading reports on the Haiti earthquake as I wend my way across the country and it is just horrendous.  I am so damn lucky–we all of us are, anyone who has time to read this blog and worry about writing.  Odds are good we have roofs over our heads, and enough food to eat, and a nice hot shower (to say nothing of a nice hot fireplace).  Yesterday I had the utter luxury of spending the morning shopping and worrying about what I was going to wear for the workshop.

I am so damn lucky.  I love my life.  Home will wait.  I love traveling.  Lord, don't let me forget this.

***If you want to donate to the earthquake relief fund, go here to an excellent compendium on the Huffington Post.  I planned to do a round-up myself, but I'm running out of time before I board the plane to Nashville.

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