The sigh of travel came much sooner than it often has.
When I traveled a lot for work, I noticed a pattern. No matter how much I looked forward to a trip, I could feel tension the last day or so prior to leaving. There was always a lot to do, mainly trying to get everything possible in place for my family to make my absence less inconvenient, but also looking ahead at what would be better to get done before I left instead of having it waiting when I returned.
I don’t travel as much now, but when I recently took a trip, the two or three days prior to leaving were full. I live on my own now, and that presents a different type of to do list. But probably more than a to do list was simply facing multiple challenges ebbing right up to the eve of leaving.
When my daughters still lived at home, I would sometimes carry the is-there-anything-else-I-need-to-get-done tension until I got to the airport or boarded the plane. I noticed a pattern, that at some point, I would sigh and some of the tension would melt away. It signaled a transition from home to travel, even if I was travelling for work.
For my most recent trip, I left home at 3:30 a.m. after only a few hours of sleep. But I felt rested. And ready. And I was only about five miles out of town when I felt a deep sigh.
There were still plenty of things to consume my mind, enough to keep the tension strong, but my body (and God) was telling me to relax and enjoy the journey.
And I did.