I have quite a bit of work travel in a 3 week period happening right now. One trip a week (between 2-4 days) for 3 weeks in a row. It's causing quite a bit of anxiety for me because everything needs to be in the right place at the right time: at home, in my briefcase, and in the places I'm going.
On the way home from the first trip, I felt a little spring in my step while getting on the plane and since the feeling of joy is not something I'm used to these days, I paused and tried to place where it was coming from.
An image of our house in Maryland popped into my head and my heart lifted, thinking I was going there. A second later it crashed back down again, feeling like a punch to the gut as I remembered that's not home anymore.
2 hours ago