A tiredness that coffee can't cure
I’m only going to have one night at home this month and that’ll be on the last day of the month. I have such an incredible yearning to sleep in my own bed. That's not to say I don’t or haven’t had a good time, more the opposite in fact. Things are going really well with “Spain” (you remember the person I met in Barcelona before Sydney).
Over the past few weeks, we’ve met up at a festival in Spain, spent three weekends in the person’s home city and one weekend in my favorite place, Camogli on the Ligurian coast. The fact that I took “Spain” there was probably a bigger thing than introducing them to my mother. That place is truly sacred to me.
However, the weeks in-between have otherwise not been so calm. Just a load of business travel. Stockholm, Paris, Cannes, Oslo, Milan and Berlin. I haven’t slept more than three nights in a row in the same bed and nor even in my own bed once. When I left home about a month ago, I only packed for a week. But I couldn’t resist squeezing in a weekend in Spain before going to Cannes on business on the Monday. It was the same a couple of days later before I was due to head to Paris. And then there was the weekend in Camogli after a couple of working days in Milan… So, there you have it.
Traveling is incredible fun and something of a privilege but it’s also incredibly demanding. When I’m traveling round the south of Europe without Scandinavia being part of the routing, it’s easy to fly with an airline outside Star Alliance, and that’s when I notice how comfortable I've become. Last week I was going to take an early flight from a small town in Spain. I’d hardly slept, and nor had I checked in online. I first had to pay €60 for overweight baggage on an economy ticket I’d already paid €400 for (as a Diamond cardholder I usually have around 100kg so never think about baggage weight) and then sit in 27B (with Diamond I always choose a good seat when I book). It’s at times like that that I appreciate flexible tickets, fast track, lounges and not worrying about what I pack. Especially as I have to pack again every other day.
It can sound like a luxury problem, but all this dashing around takes its toll on my mental endurance. I’m so tired all the time, find it a struggle to focus and lose things very easily. As such, this forces me to really prioritize where I expend my energy. When I feel tired I usually have a cup of coffee but right now I feel like I need to sleep for a hundred years. In my own bed.
Today is Monday and I’m sitting on a flight from Spain to Stockholm. Luckily enough, business class was cheaper than economy, so I’ve got an OK seat on the plane. Even so, it’s still not as familiar to me as SAS, Lufthansa or Swiss. I have a strong need to recognize my surroundings. I have such an incredible longing for Friday when I can fly back to London and spend a whole weekend at home (unless some unforeseen work thing intervenes).
Was on a domestic flight in Spain as they were playing Portugal in the World Cup. The pilot kept us updated on the score. My Spanish is relatively non existent, but I now know what “Maldito Ronaldo” means.
Packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking…..
August 13, 2018