Road maps and airports

It's that time.

Again.

I find myself calm on the exterior but inwardly frantic as I repeatedly tell myself, "It's gonna be great". 

I'm going away again soon. 7 weeks to be exact.

I tell myself I'm going to love it but logically I'm missing home and I haven't even departed. 

Suitcases. Ahhh, suitcases. And laundry mats for clean clothes. 

What about the weekends? Do I bask in the company of strangers? 

Boredom - I surely won't welcome that. But mom taught me not to take candy from a stranger. But coffee, that's okay, right? 

It's a duty I must endure. A task that calls me away - I'm there for other reasons. But in the meantime, will I run into lonesome once more?

I think I'll run through the cities aimlessly, buy coffee cups with corny tourist photos and magnets that have no use. I'll eat new foods and see new faces. 

It will be good. Yes, it will.

I'll play house with my temporary cars and perhaps get a permanent souvenir. I'll travel the country though not yet the world. 

It will be good.

I'll read roadmaps for books and travel to airports for adventure.

Each hotel is my home. Though it changes each day.

I'll wake up in a new city and remember it for it's beauty. 

I travel for work.

It's that time.

Again.