Sitting on the train this Saturday morning going to the airport. I'm off to see my girls in Greensboro, NC. This will be the third time since they moved there, so while not yet routine, I am getting into the groove.

I feel a lot less anxious, and I know what to expect. However, there is a slight pinch of guilt: for whatever reason, I feel little or no excitement for going.

I know it will change as soon as I see them, but right now, here on the train to the airport, it feels like any other trip. Maybe I've become jaded with all the travel for work.

- another note from my phone