When I first started working I desperately wanted to travel on business. I wanted to be important enough to stay in nice hotels and eat at fancy restaurants. Be careful what you wish for.
I really shouldn’t complain. I know some people are going to roll there eyes hearing me whine about spending my days in L.A. and really, I can’t believe it either. I stayed in an incredible hotel in Santa Monica, ate at some swanky restaurants, saw a bunch of stars, spent my days filming a T.V. spot on the beach and time off shopping. It even sounds exciting to me! And a few years ago or a few years from now, I think it would be.
The problem is that when I am there, I miss my family. Even more than that I know they miss me. Yup, guilt. I talk to my kids on the phone and my 2 1/2 year old daughter says, "I cried yast night, Mommy. I need you". My six year old is OK as long as he is sure that I am bringing back a gift. But talking to my husband is the worst part. Not that he is complaining, actually the opposite is true. He tells me the stories of what the kids have been up to, the funny things they have said, and all I want is to be there too.
I just got back from a trip to New York. I cut my trip short to get home early and spend the end of the weekend with my family. Not as exciting, but much more satisfying.
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Jen