On the plane to DC on Wednesday night/Thursday evening, I realized that there is something oddly comforting about traveling. I am only responsible for what I brought with me. I don't have any extraneous things like my cat...or my friends. While I miss all of that, it's kind of nice, every once in a while, to only have a limited amount of space in which to live. I also lose some of my materialism when I live out of a suitcase for several days.
It's nice to escape some of the routines of my life and realize how simply I can actually live.