Trip whore and other stuff....
So far this year, I've been to:
1. NYC
2. Cincinnati
3. Seattle
4. Portland
5. Philly
Still to come (possible trips marked with a *):
6. Hawaii (next week! woot woot!)
7. New Delhi*
8. London*
9. Austin
10. Manila
I said dayum. And some people at work look at me funny when I say I'm gonna have dinner in Baltimore. "Baltimore? That's far!"
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One would think that with everything going on, between the impending departure of wifey, my recent breakup-or-whatever-you-want-to-call-it, and work being incredibly frustrating and demoralizing as I watch my colleagues leave one by one and watch the company shift to an outsourcing model that is essentially designed to make my job obsolete within the US, that I would be rather distraught at the moment. But I feel good.
Hopeful. New leaves and all that shit. Calm. Despite my purpose still being fuzzy.
The one thing that is odd is my inability to get out of bed in the morning, despite going to bed at around 11 lately. Morning comes and I hit snooze over and over again, from 630 through 830 sometimes, having weird dreams in between. But even the more disturbing ones are nice to have.
Anywho. I have work to pretend to do.
1. NYC
2. Cincinnati
3. Seattle
4. Portland
5. Philly
Still to come (possible trips marked with a *):
6. Hawaii (next week! woot woot!)
7. New Delhi*
8. London*
9. Austin
10. Manila
I said dayum. And some people at work look at me funny when I say I'm gonna have dinner in Baltimore. "Baltimore? That's far!"
*****************
One would think that with everything going on, between the impending departure of wifey, my recent breakup-or-whatever-you-want-to-call-it, and work being incredibly frustrating and demoralizing as I watch my colleagues leave one by one and watch the company shift to an outsourcing model that is essentially designed to make my job obsolete within the US, that I would be rather distraught at the moment. But I feel good.
Hopeful. New leaves and all that shit. Calm. Despite my purpose still being fuzzy.
The one thing that is odd is my inability to get out of bed in the morning, despite going to bed at around 11 lately. Morning comes and I hit snooze over and over again, from 630 through 830 sometimes, having weird dreams in between. But even the more disturbing ones are nice to have.
Anywho. I have work to pretend to do.