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Posted on July 21st, 2010 // filed under The Daily Blah

I took this photo on my morning commute a few days ago. It’s my neighbor’s corn.
I love that my neighbor has corn. I love that I live in this place where there are cows and fields and fireflies. When the road beneath my tires turns from pavement to dirt and the scenery becomes mostly barns and fields and old farmhouses, my heart fills with joy and peace because this place is a deep, deep part of who I am and it’s where I’ll always belong and I love everything about it, even when the manure spreader just went through and everything smells like cow.
But next week, I’m leaving.
I’m flying on a jet plane for the first time everin my life. I’m going to Virginia, where I will be attending a conference for work (CFUnited 2010 — a web developers’ conference) and then vacationing. I’ll be gone for 10 days, which is the longest I’ve been gone since moving here. And it’s the longest vacation I’ve ever taken all by myself.
This is my great uncle Ray, who is pretty awesome. I’ll be spending a few days with him. He plans to take me all around Washington DC and we’ll probably also go down to Monticello and University of Virginia. After that I’m heading to Roanoke to hang out with my lovely friend Marion and her husband and two darling sons for a few days.
I can’t wait to learn stuff at the conference, luxuriate at the posh resort, explore DC and Virginia, and spend time with wonderful people. I can’t wait to have a good chunk of time off….it’s been years since I’ve taken more than the odd weekend.
But whenever I think all of this, I realize how very long 10 days actually is, and I get this lump of panic in my throat, because while I’m gone…

…my tomatoes will FINALLY be large and red and I won’t be here to pick them,

…and this cheesy little booger will be doing all of these cute things that I’ll miss and he’ll probably forget my name,

…and THIS cheesy little booger will probably think I’ve stopped loving him.
I think about all of this and literally start feeling sick and then I have to tell myself that when I get back, there will STILL be tomatoes in my garden, and Jamison will still do cute things, and Max will forgive me for abandoning him. And then it’s mostly okay, until I panic all over again the next time I remember that next week I’ll be leaving on a jet plane and i won’t be back for ten days.
In theory, I like the idea of travelling the world. I just wish I could do it and be home in time for evening chores. Since I can’t, I’ll suck it up long enough for a nice vacation.
But I’d have never made it an entire semester. So that’s the real reason I never went to Greece or Rome, and why I’ll probably never go to grad school unless it’s within commuting distance. It’s a big beautiful world, but I’m happy here.