Traveling is ok. I don’t love it, but I miss it when it’s not around. Mostly what I miss is the food. I should probably be embarrassed to admit it, but when I am certain I’ll be traveling, I start adding up total dinners and lunches and making mental lists of restaurants I have missed and must visit again immediately. I’m the type of person who orders the same thing at the same restaurants every single time in every city I visit. I am not above eating alone in public though I am also not above throwing a fit over it.
I’m in San Francisco right now and tomorrow evening I leave for Los Angeles. I absolutely must have my very favorite tempeh reuben when I’m there or I’ll ruin someone’s day.