Once I was gone for a month and I was just miserable, so I flew back from Florida for two hours just to be home and see my cats.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm lucky because I have a job I love. I really miss being away from home, being in my own bed, seeing my animals and siblings, having my moms cookies. I have a couple cats. I got a kitten about a year ago and now Im going on the road so I wont see him for a while. I feel bad.
All of a sudden to get all of this attention, and to be away from home and working all the time was hard. I was on planes all the time. I didn't see my friends. I cried a lot. It was quite terrifying.
I've traveled all over. I've been to all 50 states. With my dad in the Navy, I lived in the Philippines from nine to 12, and I had dog, monkey, lizard, everything. Then I was in Hawaii, and I'm spear-fishing, catching octopus with my hands.
After that first month in Sydney, I went home for two weeks. I didn't want to ever go back because it was so hard.
I'm lucky in that I travel a lot for work. I also manage several holidays a year. I'm not someone who sits in the sun or goes sightseeing, though. If I go away, it will be for fishing or something like that.
I got kind of burned out, so I moved to Florida. I was down there for 10 or 12 years, raising children.
I wish I could go home. I've been on the road since May. I wonder if my dogs still remember me.
Anytime I can go fly for a few hours, I go. It's stressful and stress-relieving at the same time.
My whole life is a vacation.
I took a long time off to have my baby and spend time with my family.