Fever

As much as I’d like to work in a “More Cowbell!” reference, I really can’t think of a good one.

*sigh*

But I have the worst case of Spring Fever. Evah. Maybe it’s because spring is a time of year that symbolizes so much change, and I know I’ve got changes of my own coming up. It might also have something to do with the fact that I have a window in my current shared office (not likely to have a window in my next one), and I can see that it’s nice and sunny outside. The fact that it’s not exactly what you would call “warm” doesn’t really affect me right now, because it looks warm, and that’s enough to put me into full-on “oh,-look!-A-shiny-object!” mode.

I’ve also been getting that itch to travel again, which is perhaps unfortunate, because I don’t think that the stars are going to align for Special K and me the way they did last year, where we got to take two trips to Europe inside of seven months. I find travel to be so energizing and invigorating. It’s like a drug – the more I travel and see new places, the more I want to travel and see more new places. Clearly, I have bounds and limits on that feeling, which is why I’m not still traveling for a living, but if I could have eked a more reasonable schedule out of my old position, instead of one that saw me in far-flung corners of the world for months and months at a time, I would still be doing it. So, I’m anxious to hit the road, but I know that it will be quite some time before I have the next stamp in my passport. I’m so very happy that Special K loves to travel; it’s something we want to do together, but we’re also trying to be responsible and think about our future and our goals – and that means that we can’t just decide to fly off to Greece for a week or something.

But WOW would that be cool!

We are planning on a big trip next year. A big, “let’s-do-this-before-we-try-to-have-kids-or-we’ll-never-do-it” kind of trip. The kind you don’t want to do with kids whose ages are still in single digits because it’s not fun for them and, therefore, it’s not fun for you. So we’re working toward jetting across the Pacific next year, and we’ll have to see how it goes.

But for all the going away that traveling entails, there’s something really great about being able to come back home. One of K’s best friends just got back home safely from his third tour in Iraq. After two in Afghanistan. So we are extremely grateful that he’s home safe and sound, and spending time with his wife and daughter, who he hasn’t seen in 15 months. Welcome home, Dave!