My husband and I recently returned from a 10-day business trip. It was our 2nd 10-day trip in a span of five weeks. Our 3rd at least week-long trip since Labor Day. I love traveling with him when he has long trips to make for business. But now that I’m away from home at least once a month–sometimes for a long weekend, sometimes for a week or longer–I am growing weary.
What I once thought would be an exciting season of life has become a conundrum:
When I’m home, the “normal” tasks consume my hours (how does that happen?) and I find myself longing to be somewhere else–somewhere without the pressure of grocery shopping and cooking and cleaning and laundry. To be in a hotel room with someone else to make the bed and change the towels. To eat in a restaurant with no cooking and no cleanup. To sleep unencumbered by a never-ending to-do list.
When I’m traveling, I want to be back home–to settle into my routines. My normal. Have my things–like clean clothes or a different pair of shoes!–at my fingertips. Slip into my pjs, curl up in a comfy chair and sit in front of a cozy fire. Not have to “dress” to eat breakfast.
I am living in that in-between place–the going or the coming. Never settled in one or the other.
I must find my peace in this chaos, because I don’t see our travel schedule changing anytime soon. Not with three kids living in three different states and a husband who loves his often-on-the-road job. And while I am thankful that my writing is a portable thing, able to be accessed and accomplished no matter where I am, I wonder how much I can maintain without a set schedule. And so in these waning weeks of 2014, I am pondering and praying and trying new ways to make leaving and coming home less cumbersome, all the while clinging tightly to the words of my God in Proverbs 16:9: