I Need To Add A Conference Room To My House.

I am slowly packing my suitcase, again, in preparation for departing to Toronto later this afternoon. My method is fairly straight-forward: I put a few things in, I wander off for a bit, I put another few things in. Then I sit down and read email, catch up on a blog or two, and, most recently, I made a mug of tea that’s steeping while I type this. It might not be efficient but it’s definitely not stressful, either.

The good thing is that this trip is for some training, not a conference, and I’m wearing jeans + hoodies the whole time. Easy to pack, easy to fit in. No need for multiple pairs of shoes – just sneakers. I approve of this sort of event.

That said, I’d rather stay home. I know that I always say that but it’s true: I love home. I love being in the place where I keep all of my stuff; I love not needing to try to anticipate my own needs in advance and cramming everything into a bag. I love sleeping in my own bed, with my own blankets and my own husband next to me. I love waking up to my own routines and rituals.

It’s got nothing to do with the reason for going to Toronto or the people I’m going with or the things we’ll do there. It’s just that.. well, can’t we just do this at my place instead?

No? Are you sure?

I guess I’ll see you on Tuesday night, then.