Actually, I love to travel. I should correct the title, it should read: I don’t like traveling without my wife.
Since getting married I have not had to travel for work very much, and Lindsey and I have only had to spend a few nights apart. I’m in the air now (in flight wi-fi is a modern miracle!) and on my way back to Austin after a quick work trip up to Chicago. It’s been an interesting trip, and very valuable for me, but I can’t wait to get home to Lindsey.
I’ve realized I have no hope of sleeping well without her with me. I simply don’t. I’ve become accustomed to having her there, and it just feels wrong when she is not.
It’s really funny to me how quickly I have adapted to Lindsey being in my life. I spent ten years living alone as a bachelor, and not even eight months later I can’t get a good night’s sleep without her. If she wasn’t so important to me this would be a little frustrating!
Later this month we are taking a weekend fun trip, just the two of us. I’m really looking forward to it. I know that I will be more organized, more relaxed and we will have a whole lot more fun than I have traveling by myself. That, my friends, is a very good thing.