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Blogs > openwm > Just a Thought

Remembering the old days  

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10/21/2009 5:28 am
Remembering the old days

I have been reading numerous posts lately about people traveling to various places for work etc. It has me missing an old job of mine. This job happened to be 100% travel. That meant I was gone for two weeks and then I was home for roughly 48 hours before I was heading back to the airport to start the routine all over again. I traveled over a large portion of the US and even a couple of trips to Canada.I was single at the time so it was really easy to be gone most of the time. Or so I thought.

Life on the road was great for a while. I only had a mailbox at home. I didn't even have a place to live. That saved lots of dollars a month not having to pay rent somewhere that I was never going to be at in the first place! I was very good at my job. I even became a sort of fire fighter. Rushed and flown to various cities to put out emergency issues. Certain customers requested myself and my team specifically on account of the way I handled their affairs and helped them obtain their goals. It felt great to feel appreciated for a job well done.

The perks were nice too. I kept frequent flyer miles and the like. I was usually a last minute ticket purchaser (sucked for price but great for upgrades) The Airlines typically always gave me a First Class upgrade. That is the ONLY way to fly when you are my height and size!I rented cars everywhere! Life just didn't seem to get much better.

Then something happened. I don't drink and I don't have much of a desire to jump into bed with every good looking woman I meet because I'm feeling a bit frisky. I don't care to hang out in the adult establishments as some of my co-workers liked to do so I sit in a hotel by myself watching the same TV channels over and over. I chat on the Internet (as I'm doing now - funny thing) just to feel connected. I have no home to call home. I have a bed to sleep in that belongs to a sister when I do return to Houston. I get lonely.

I eventually meet a girl that I become seriously interested in in this town I call home. Then all I ever want to do is be home again. I really do miss traveling. I'd LOVE to do it again and right now, I'm jump at the chance to do it too. At the same time, I love being home every night. Seeing my little boy grow up. As much as I complain about him crawling into bed with us each night, I'd miss him kicking me and snuggling up between his mom and me. I have a great deal of respect for those that are forced to travel and be away from their loved ones.

I'm sorry this got so long but just felt like reminiscing for a bit. Thanks for taking the time to stop in and read.

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