A Date with Myself and A.Ham

I left for a weekend in the UK this morning.

Last September, when I returned to Freiburg after my days in Paris with Lauren, Errol told me I could travel as much as I wanted. We both thought it would help combat the meloncholy that our move brought me.

Also, our commitments in Freiburg are few. It is easier for me to get away here, and Errol is much more available on a daily basis this year since he is living and working in the same place.

So, even though Princeton is relatively close to New York City, where Hamilton runs eight shows a week, it seemed more feasible to see it in London.

I originally had tickets in the winter, but I changed them once I decided to take my second intensive German course. The dates conflicted, and I’m so happy to be going now in June instead of March.

It’s a bit of a whirlwind weekend--each night in a different place.

Tonight I’ll be on a bus.

Tomorrow night I’ll be in Glasgow.

Sunday night Edinburgh.

I fly back to Germany early Monday morning. It will be my final flight before the kids and I go back to New Jersey.

This year’s travel has brought me a lot of satisfaction. I am so happy to have done it, but I don’t need it or crave it anymore.