My New(/temp) Home(/office)

Because of The Flood, the office is being renovated in a much different way than originally planned. That means most of the executive offices — the large ones — now house two desks, and people are moving office to office on a daily basis.

My space, which was one of the first to go and will probably be one of the last to be finished, is still uninhabitable. So they’ve moved me and another colleague into the conference room.

I love it.

I have walls and a door and everything! But most importantly, I have a window. From where I sit, I can’t see the water, the aquarium, or the parks outside. (However, my office-mate, who sits right by the window, has a perfect view of these things.) Still, I’m thrilled — I can see the sky. I can tell what the weather is outside. I know it’s time to start wrapping up as afternoon blue turns to twilight and evening gray. And I get to watch the airplanes out of Logan rise up, taking passengers to exotic destinations, carrying my imagination with them.

Every time I see a plane — be it while I’m walking on the streets or gazing aimlessly from my desk — I can’t help but wonder where it’s going. Who’s on the plane? What are they going to do when they get wherever they’re trying to go? Who’s lucky enough to be airborne, heading somewhere new? Are they excited? Sad to leave? How long will they be gone?

When can I be on a plane again?


I nearly killed myself in December trying to work two jobs... but I did so to fund my expensive habit. I’m seriously thinking about doing it again. I just love love love to travel.