I used to like to travel by myself for work. I remember a time, when our 4 kids were little, that I looked forward with huge excitement to the occasional business trip, knowing that I would get to watch a movie on the hotel TV, or stay up all night reading if I felt like it–or even take a midnight dip in the pool!
I’ve been doing a lot of traveling for work lately, and, although I still enjoy watching a movie in my hotel room, I’m pretty much over the rest of it. I dread packing and unpacking. I don’t like forgetting to bring toothpaste and having to go downstairs to buy some.
I don’t mind listening to good speakers or participating in helpful workshops, but I can really do without the “networking.” I’ve never really enjoyed talking to strange people about whatever mess we can think up to talk about, but I’ve about gotten to the point where I can’t even fake it any more. And I hate hotel breakfast buffets, full of cold cereal, fake waffles, and tasteless bagels.