For the last 30 days or so, I’ve traveled exactly nowhere. San Francisco is about as far afield as I’ve been — and I’m really happy for the travel respite. In a funny way, I sort of miss airports — there’s a certain anonymity and autonomy that comes from running around an airport by yourself with all your stuff — but I don’t really miss them all that much.
Having said that, I took stock of the places that I’ve spent time over the last couple of years. Big list:
- Vancouver
- Seattle
- Los Angeles
- San Diego
- Las Vegas
- Great Falls
- Phoenix
- Denver
- San Antonio
- Austin
- Dallas
- Houston
- Kansas City
- Minneapolis/St. Paul
- Chicago
- Saint Louis
- Memphis
- Nashville
- Indianapolis
- Atlanta
- Jacksonville
- Charlotte
- Detroit
- Pittsburgh
- Philadelphia
- Newark
- Princeton
- Manhattan
- Long Island
- Rochester
- Ottawa
- Montreal
- Toronto
- Hartford (Connecticut)
- Boston
- Dublin
- Belfast
- Glasgow
- Inverness
- Edinburgh
- London
and if I extend back a bit further, I get to include Tai Pei, Bangkok, Chang Mai, Chang Rai, parts of Burma, and recently ravaged Phuket.
I’ll complain a lot to anyone that will listen about how tough the travel has been on my body and my psyche this year, but I want to be explicit: I feel extremely lucky to have done the traveling that I’ve done, both internationally (I’ve liked every place that I’ve gone very much) and domestically. I like traveling in the US quite a lot - and am super-happy to have gotten to see as many different parts of the country as I have.