I am so used to these short interims between cruises since I began Living Travelly, that I quickly fall into a routine that works something like this.
First few days: recover from jet lag and stagger through setting up appointments and contacting friends for lunch, tennis, etc.
Remainder of first week: deny how much work I have to do, but find myself pulled toward my computer anyway.
Second and third weeks: work compulsively, broken up by going to all the appointments, lunches, and tennis I have set up.
These days, that’s about all the time I have.
Right now now I am in the second week, working like a dog to be ready to leave for Dubai early in November. From there I will float across the Indian Ocean and eventually arrive in Singapore, then on to Sydney for holiday assignments on Silver Muse.
Today, I am feeling the weight of it all. I’m not quite to the point where leaving again feels all that positive. Too much to do, and even the fun I usually have thinking about what to take hasn’t kicked in yet.
It will, though. As I review my lectures, I fall in love again with my topics, and can’t wait to share. I think about how much I prefer the sound of waves to traffic outside my window, and how great it is to have every new day dawn with the promise of something out of the ordinary.
Just writing this is all I have to do to feel the first frissons of excitement. Hello, wonderful world out there! I’ll see you soon!