Another day, another flight - my 30th in as many days. After 3 years as a travelling rep I’ve got the routine down to a tee. Everything I need jammed into hand luggage, no needless airport delays. Airport – taxi – hotel – client meeting. Reverse and repeat, that’s my life in a nutshell. Occasionally I get a fleeting stop at my city apartment but it doesn’t feel like home. How could it when I spend so little time there?
My traditionalist mother wants me to be happy, i.e. meet a good man, marry and have children. Sounds great but I’ve chosen career for now. Still, clock’s ticking and I’ve yet to meet my knight in shining armour. Ironic that I meet so many people through work but never properly – it’s only superficial meetings.
In that sense I travel light both physically and emotionally.
“Hi, I’m Jim” smiles the passenger sat beside me.