Tomorrow, after being gone for 30 days, I’m returning home. I’m extremely fortunate that I love my job and I love traveling, but everyone assumes it’s all sight seeing and hanging out when I’m gone for work and nothing can be further from the truth – during the 3.5 weeks in Oakland, CA I averaged 60-hour weeks, working long days and every weekend. Yes, I managed to squeeze in a few different poetry events (open mics and the Berkeley Poetry Festival) and I went hiking with a friend, but I also worked my butt off. Then I flew up to Seattle, WA for a different set of meetings.
Tomorrow, I hop on a plane and head home. I’m ready to see my boyfriend, my dog, my house, my bed. I’m ready to get back to a normal routine and not live in a hotel. As I sat thinking last night I wrote a quick poem. Enjoy.
30 Days Gone
I’ve been gone
for a month, the longest
absence we’ve endured thus far.
My days are busy
with work – hours stretch
into the night leaving me
exhausted when I finally arrive
at the hotel I call home,
falling into the bed
that is mine for the stay.
You promised to pick me up
when I arrive. I look forward
to your embrace.
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