Why did it take me so damn long to utilize the airport lounges? I say this sitting in the Centurion Lounge at SEA-TAC, which, sounds so bougie, but honestly, it’s worth every penny.
I am counting down the seconds until my flight back home to Phoenix leaves (by the time this is published, it’ll be Thursday morning and I should be snuggled up with Sammie already). It’s been an incredibly long week, leaving at the crack of dawn last Friday morning to head to SFO for our first autocross at Crow’s Landing. For the uninitiated, Crow’s Landing is an old NASA test facility/runway that has superrrr grippy concrete, the best on the west coast available to us autoxers, and roughly 90 minutes outside of San Francisco. And since I have a ton of United miles just sitting in my account, I figured why not fly (free!) into SFO, hang out at Tartine a bit, explore the city (and Canepa), and then head to site.
Which meant very little sleep.
Because Friday night is course walks and hang out with friends night, meaning, very little sleep. The same for Saturday night. So by the time I landed in Seattle on Sunday evening around ~9:30pm, I was dead.
And then I was surrounded by people, at a conference, in close corners. Which means I picked up some nasty something or other, that has made my last few days quite miserable.
The only saving grace was eating at Din Tai Fung two nights in a row, solo at the bar, stuffing my face on soup dumplings and chili oil.
And currently, as of Wednesday afternoon, stuffing my face in the lounge with as many vegetables and vitamin-c heavy items as I can. Green juice. Kale. Brussels sprouts. Herbal tea.
This is what dreams are made of.
Back to Din Tai Fung. I am already loosely planning my Vegas, LA, or SD trip so I can go back with Mark and try everything else on the menu. SD, probably, so I can also try Jolie in Coronado <3.
I had ideas for this week. Some cyber precautionary type stuff. Then every time I sat down to write, I just felt loopy and unfocused.
So this is going to be one of those weeks that I actually do the things I tell myself I should do, aka, relax, don’t stress about writing the perfect essay/newsletter thing (I don’t know what to call this?), don’t push myself too hard in work or life (no gym for me this week, unfortunately). And I will do some more writing when I’m feeling better. This has still allowed me to scratch that creative itch for the week in a way that has provided value to myself, and has made me happy. I’ll get back to the value add for other people soon. <3
I love travel, I don’t love travel when I’m not feeling great.
So I’m going to keep this one short. Time to head over to my gate and get back home to Mark and Sammie.
xx.