“So I’m back to the velvet underground. Back to the floor that I love.”
For whatever reason, Fleetwood Mac’s Gypsy has emerged as my theme song for my return to traveling. But this time I’m trading my backpack for a roller bag, swapping hostels for AirBNBs, and late night partying/clubbing has morphed into drinks with colleagues.
For the next two glorious weeks I’ll be working from my company’s office in Zagreb, Croatia. If I’m being honest, it’s really more of an incentive trip I won after crushing my sales goal last quarter. Though I hardly feel like I deserve it – I’m not even near the top sales rep. But I’ve been blessed with a company and boss that provides incentives based on what motivates us. And nothing motivates me more than travel.
It felt a little awkward at first. Like a retired performer taking the stage again for the first time in a long time. But after getting to the airport I found I slipped back into my old travel habits. Even writing again, and, feeling more like myself again. It hardly seems like a coincidence the two happened at the same time. So I’m back…
“Back to the gypsy that I was.”