According to Tripit, my travel tally for 2011 looks like this:
That’s as of February 2nd.
And it doesn’t include all of the cities I’ve been to… just the places I’ve spent the night.
The first 33 days of 2011 have been a total whirlwind. This was something I did intentionally to try to get as much done before the baby arrives so I won’t have any pressure to go anywhere. Anyone who knows me knows that I push myself 10 times harder than anyone could possibly push myself.
33 days into 2011. 18 days on the road. 15 days at home.
Yesterday, waiting for my bags in San Diego I habitually popped open Tripit, my app and travel companion. (Because it always tells me where to go and what to do next.)
It said, “No trips planned. Want to add one?”
I hit the home button and shoved my phone in my pocket.
Symbolically, I’ve hit the home button for the next few months. My hope is to not have to travel for work for a while. I have no need to leave San Diego County until mid-April. And I don’t think I’ll spend a night away from my family until May. That’s plenty of time to regain footing in our family routines and work hard to bond as a family of five instead of a family of four. (2-3 more weeks!)
Last night, as I was talking to Megan and getting her ready for bed, I said, “It’s really nice to be home. Did mommy tell you that I won’t be going anywhere until after your birthday?”
The smile said it all.
I’m grounded. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.