I am in an airport, on my way home from the first of three trips to the Midwest in an unexpectedly busy month of travel. This airport is relatively pleasant, as airports go: spacious, free wifi, not too crowded, decent food options. Wish we had more airports in NYC that met those criteria, but of course I really wish that I could take a high speed train to these places instead of flying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These trips are all for good things, family and work and family and vacation (in chronological order). It\u2019s busy, though, and there\u2019s a part of me that wishes I could spend the next month snuggled on the sofa with the kittehs reading books (I have some reading goals this year that I\u2019m already behind on), or finding enough fire lizards<\/a> that I can trade them in for a fireproof tunic to make it to Goron City.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 2019 has snuck up on me a bit. It\u2019s a big year in life stuff that I\u2019m only just now starting to understand is a big year. These 3 trips can sort of be characterized as the past, present, and future: my first trip back to my father in law\u2019s house since my mother in law died; a conference where I\u2019ll present a paper (followed closely by a presentation on my research at a dinner for an award I just won at work, which took me very much by surprise); and attending an accepted students program at a college my teen is seriously considering (plus some extra vacation days).<\/p>\n\n\n\n