TGIF: Travelling is Not Glamorous


Travelling is not glamorous. There are red eye flights where you’re stuck sitting next to babies who kick you every 20 minutes. Layovers. Short layovers where you’re running from one plane to the next. Long layovers where you eat or drink too much. So many layovers. There are cab drivers who scream at you and then share TMI about their personal lives. Clear mornings that turn into rainy afternoons, which you’re not prepared for in canvas shoes. Cold, wet feet. Red noses and cheeks. All the shivers. Wet clothes that start to smell and have to be packed that way. Then there are cabs that charge 2.8x the normal fare during peak hours. Cold, wet feet again, because you didn’t learn your lesson the first time. Flight cancellations. Flight delays. Credit system failures at airports, which make you regret spending your last $5 bill on a mocha versus food. Further flight delays. And there are even days where you don’t eat your first meal until 9 o’clock at night.

But there are also early morning coffee dates, afternoon coffee dates, evening coffee dates and late dinners. There is no schedule, no itinerary and no routine – just an unknown world to explore at your leisure. New streets. New sidewalks.  New restaurants. New bookstores, libraries and museums. New textures, building materials and designs. The comfort of seeing and making memories with old friends, and the excitement of building friendships with people you’ve never met before. There’s the sense that endless opportunities are ahead of you, and around each turn you take. So many sunrises and sunsets to watch over foreign skylines. There are quiet cab drivers who get you to your final destination safe and sound. Short flights where you somehow manage to grab an extra 45 minutes of sleep; the perfect amount of time to recharge your batteries and carry on. And my goodness, does it ever feel good to see your luggage on that freaking carousel.

No, travelling is not glamorous. But I love it, anyway.

The low of my week wasn’t the fact that I was stuck at LaGuardia from 9:45am-4:30pm on Tuesday. It was the call from Baby Sis saying she’d been in a car accident. Hearing her voice gave me a flashback to when I called Mom after mine. Now I’m even more anxious to get home. <3

The highs of my week were all the writing/brainstorming sessions Shannon and I had together in NYC. I was so inspired in that city, and Shannon really pushed me to write outside of my comfort zone. I’m going to keep doing our exercises, and try to put our ideas to life on the blog next year.

A blog post I loved was The Belief That Career Success Can Make Us Happy is the Central Illusion of Our Time. Or maybe that’s just the quote. Either way, it stuck with me. I also really enjoyed How Not to Kill Your Creative Soul, and can think of at least a few ladies who should give it a read.

I honestly can’t tell you what the best money I spent was… let’s say every penny I spent in NYC.

My plans this weekend include going to the holiday party tonight, having breakfast with Dayle tomorrow, then heading over to Roomie’s for the rest of the weekend, so we can hangout before I fly back to Vancouver on Sunday afternoon.

How was your week, friends? What are you up to this weekend?