The 9 to 5 gig put me up in a hotel as we had meetings early. Not only did I have macaroons waiting for me, but I got a different view of the city then usual.
Even after seven years in Chicago, there is still so much to see and do. Sometimes I get itchy feet and want another adventure, in a different city, different country. And then I go home with my routine on the same bus and am quietly content.
It is odd to have the conflicting parts of me, the traveler and the homebody. The duality, I suppose, keeps life interesting.
Because if you're a writer you have to have a blog, right?