Where I've been this week*
In my attempt to become more Zen, I have really sort of avoided the whole topic of where I am going to be living and working four months from now. Some might call it denial. I call it ... OK, fine, maybe it's denial. But this week, I got kicked off my little raft in the middle of that lovely river and am auditioning the first contender in the "Future Home of Swishy" contest. I expect it to wine me, dine me and seduce me with long, lingering kisses at the end of the night.
In the meantime, my running response to anything job- or life-related (or trip-related, for that matter) is "I don't know." Which doesn't make for very interesting blog posts (trust me, I've tried) but DOES open the door to, ohhhh ... say, an airport post or two. And what a coincidence--I just happen to fly home tomorrow. So I will catch you all (hopefully) tomorrow night. Until then, take care of yourselves ... and each other. (Please tell me someone gets that.)
Update: It's Thursday afternoon. I missed my flight. Good times!
*Because isn't the world just clamoring to know? Ha.