Nay, we are but men. Rock!

I am in Dublin (California, not Ireland) for work.  We’re implementing new software at work, and I’m here for training on one of my portions of the software.  During my travel today I’ve realized some things about who I am, neither good nor bad.

My first real job right out of college had the opportunity for extended travel.  Something like spending a few months at a location building and configuring a network.  I was single, and the money would have been good, but the economy turned sour and I lost my job before I had a chance to do this.  Since I never got to travel for that job, I didn’t really get to find if I enjoyed it or not.  I liked the idea of it, though.

The job I used to do full-time (now half-time) had me going to Boise 2-4 times a year.  Typically for 2-day, 1-night stints.  And I’d typically go over with Brendon (and others), so I wasn’t required to get outside of my introverted shell to have social interaction.  The last time I made that trip was now 14 months ago; that seems kinda odd, but that’s what my Outlook calendar says.

Maybe it’s the fact that I now have two kids at home that makes this a little bittersweet (I can hear my wife asking if I’m crazy).  Maybe it’s that I’m used to traveling with someone else, and not flying solo.

I’ve been on the ground in California for only 5 hours now, so I probably need to relax a bit.  I’m sure once the class starts tomorrow things will be better.  I’m just glad that I do this infrequently, because I don’t know if I could handle being on the road by myself a lot.  Even though my kids drive me crazy sometimes, they are my kids, and I miss being around them (again with my wife asking if I’m crazy).  I also wish I would have had the forethought to fly my wife down here for the weekend, and we could just cruise around the Bay Area for a couple of days together.  I’ll have to remember that for next time.