Sky Club is Calling
It’s been almost a year, and I’m an extrovert. Last year I flew over 200,000 miles, visited 3 continents, and was in my favorite foreign city 8 different times. Except for a 45-minute flight, of 7 other people, to move my oldest home from University (after her cancelled graduation), I haven’t been on a plane since February. Instead of jet lag, I now suffer from Zoom fatigue. And do I ever miss the Sky Club!
But here I am working virtually with people from all over the world, helping support their success. I get to sleep in my own bed every night and my commute is 20 steps down the hall to my natural light filled office. Thankfully, we moved a few years back. The old office was in an artificially lit basement. I think my head would explode if I was there today.
My Wife, who is an introvert, I THINK is comfortable with the idea of me being home all the time. (When I first started working from home in 2005, after 10 years of marriage, she declared one day that she had “married me for better and for worse, but NOT for lunch!”). My oldest has an internship in her field of study with an organization that she loves, and I get to see her get up and go to work every day as she starts her career. My youngest is just an hour away entering her final year of University. And my German Shepherd, who is really my wife’s dog, pretends to tolerate me on occasion as well.
I have an awesome backyard that has been the scene of many family dinners, as well as the bourbon and cigars. I get to watch my family, friends, colleagues, clients, and the rest of the world adapt to COVID Life in real-time, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I am grateful.
And it’s London by the way.
- Lon C.