There’s an odd thing that happens when I travel by myself to the other side of the world. I leave before I go. It varies from trip to trip, but in the few days prior to leaving my focus shifts and turns, and moves towards my destination. Suddenly I’m not so much thinking about what’s happening in front of me, but about travel plans, destinations, schedules and such. Is this connection planned, am I going to have anyone to have dinner with there, will that thing be fun…and so on. Attention just slips away.
I can tell I’m almost at that point. Alisa Krasnostein flew out for World Fantasy last night. Part of my attention went with her. Emails are coming in about plans, or not, and I’m thinking about what goes into my suitcase. I leave in 50 hours, but part of me has already left.