It’s been established that I love to travel and I do it as often as I can. I realized last night that in the last 18 months I have flown to…
* New York City
* Miami
* Oregon
* DC
* Orlando
* Baltimore
and tomorrow I fly to Austin. This does not include the many many roadtrips I’ve taken, near and far, that have brought me all over the country (mostly south and east).
It saddens me when i meet people who don’t travel much, who don’t get to see all the crazy, scary, wondrous things out there.
On the other hand, when I take vacation time, I never relax. I go as hard and as fast as i can to do and see as much as possible. I always come back to work exhausted and needing time off.
Thank god for sick time is all I have to say.