Leaving is hard

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

I both love and hate business trips.

On one hand, I like getting out of town. I like seeing my teammates that work in SoCal. I like the peace and quiet of chilling in my hotel room. I LOVE the hotel that my company puts me up it. I LOVE our SoCal operations center.

On the other hand, I hate being away from my boyfriend, dog, and especially, my daughter. She hates it as well. She may be almost 16 years old, but the moment I have to leave for more than a day, and she turns back into my 3 year old who cries, “No Mommy, don’t go!” When I’m separated from her for more than a couple days, it’s like my whole existence notices her absence. She calls be frequently. I call her just as much. To think that I have less than 3 years left until she leaves the nest, give me such anxiety. I honestly don’t know how either of us will handle it.

After I landed and made it to the hotel, ordered my Door Dash, and unpacked, I turned on Netflix and broke out the paint pens I brought. Per usual, I didn’t have anything specific in mind when I started. When I finished the purple (her favorite color) and teal (my favorite color) leaf things, I knew that this represented the two of us. Different, yet so alike, bound together, but not forever.

That girl is my entire life.