I wonder sometimes when traveling will become too much. When being gone so long will make me feel like I've lost a home. When every bed feels the same, every room holds no promise other than sleep. Places lose their luster, I've seen all the roadside attractions, and my friends all work in the service industry, and are paid to like me. I see the Hertz counter more often than my desk, the Internet is my escape. My heart breaks every time I have to say bye - again - to Mike. The pictures stop.

Oh no.