Cape Town

If it's not on social media, did it ever actually happen?

Rest assured - things are happening. As I write this I'm in Cape Town for a week of work meetings, and in the past few months I've been on work trips to Germany, France (so many trips to Germany and France), the Netherlands, Scotland, and the US. I head to Colombia and back to NYC in the coming weeks, then Switzerland and Spain, then back to the Netherlands and France. The best trips are the quick ones - fly to Berlin for a lunch meeting and get home in time to eat a late dinner and sleep in my own bed - and the worst ones are when you're in a tiny village along the Rhine in the middle of the European heatwave in an ancient hotel without AC. 

The King-Garratts have also been traveling for fun - Toulouse, Perugia, Amsterdam, and a California road trip (SFO, Napa, Yosemite, Big Sur, LA), with a few more in the works. We've been to the theater (Hamilton for the 4th!) and the baseball (MLB in London) and concerts (countdown to Robbie Williams in Hyde Park) and on runs and picnics in the park and painting and picking out art for our house and just enjoying being youngish and childless and relatively responsibility-free. #DINK

So this is why I haven't been so good at writing. The job is still great and, as I've told many people, basically what 25-year-old me would have called the perfect job. I fly around the world to meet with interesting people and sit and work on my laptop while drinking white wine spritzers in airport bars. And I go home to a great time in London with a boy who's as good as it gets. But travel is a bit gruelling. And no one really likes traveling do they? 'They like getting somewhere, but the reality of travel is lines - line up to go through security, to get on the plane, to get off the plane, to go through passport control, to get a cab...usually all while sweating. 

Anyway, that's what I've been doing. I've taken a few pictures, but nothing you haven't seen before, probably done better, on your Instagram feed. So for now, even though you can't see me, you can just assume I'm happily sweating in a line somewhere.