For the last 30 days or so, I’ve traveled exactly nowhere. San Francisco is about as far afield as I’ve been – and I’m really happy for the travel respite. In a funny way, I sort of miss airports – there’s a certain anonymity and autonomy that comes from running around an airport by yourself with all your stuff – but I don’t really miss them all that much.
Having said that, I took stock of the places that I’ve spent time over the last couple of years. Big list:
and if I extend back a bit further, I get to include Tai Pei, Bangkok, Chang Mai, Chang Rai, parts of Burma, and recently ravaged Phuket.
I’ll complain a lot to anyone that will listen about how tough the travel has been on my body and my psyche this year, but I want to be explicit: I feel extremely lucky to have done the traveling that I’ve done, both internationally (I’ve liked every place that I’ve gone very much) and domestically. I like traveling in the US quite a lot - and am super-happy to have gotten to see as many different parts of the country as I have.