Pending Travel
From the age of about 4 to 18, I never spent more than 3 years in the same location and before you ask, no my family was not in the military.
This means a few things:
1/ I am one mean packer and mover (esp if you give me the help of one or both of my sisters, if all else fails in our collective lives — we could found THE BEST moving company)
2/ Memories remain in my mind, but are seldom tied to objects (with the exception of books, books are treasures that should only be given up when they are of the “I bought this book to read on the transatlantic flight” variety.
3/ I am not easily intimidated in a room of strangers
4/ It is hard for me to answer the question of where I am from
It also means, that I get restless easily, VERY easily (ask S. if you do not believe me).
Thankfully, my job provides me with ample distraction on a relatively regular basis (did I mention getting ash clouded into New Delhi and taking 4 flights to make my way back to Geneva?)
In the following weeks I will be hitting the following cities: Zurich, London and New York and there is a sliver of hope for a real field visit to either an Eastern European or southern African locale — I will be spending 2 glorious weeks in my home away from home away from home, NYC. There will be BBQs, there will be shopping, there will be hang time at Mantiques Modern, there will be endless hours of laughter and dancing — my soul will be SO full of joy by the end.
I cannot wait to exercise some serious built-up travel excitement.
