Signs that you have traveled too much

So I've been traveling a lot recently. Perhaps that is an understatement. In reality, I probably actually live in Palo Alto, and keep a pied à terre in New York. As the miles rack up and the hours fly by, there are observations that I've noticed which indicate you have clearly passed the threshold of "frequent traveler" and into the realm of "permanent nomad". A few of these I've posted on my FB status, but here's a quick summary, in no particular order:

• When filling up gas and the machine asks for your zip code to verify your credit card billing address, you draw a blank.
  
  
• You consider taking your rental car through the car wash because you've had it so long it's gotten dirty.
  
  
• You don't pack or unpack anymore. The hotel simply stores your stuff when you check-out and restocks your closet when you check-in.
  
  
• They do the same for your dog, his bed, his food, and his toys.
  
  
• The housekeeping, valet, and front desk staff all know your dog's name, AND his walking schedule, and take time to ask you if everything's ok when you appear with him off-schedule.
  
  
• When you're sick at home, you pick up the phone to call "Emily" (name of room service operator) to ask her to bring up chicken soup. Only you realize there is no Emily because you're not in your hotel room.
  
  
• Someone asks you for your mailing address, and your response is, "Depends when you're sending it."
  
  
• Someone asks you for your mailing address, and your response is, "Room X, ABC Hotel."
  
  
• Someone asks you for your mailing address, and your response is, "I don't know."
  
  
• You have manicurists, hair stylists, masseurs, drycleaners, and complete wardrobes in multiple cities.
  
  
• You dog has vets, groomers, daycares, and doggie friends in multiple cities.
  
  
• Friends and family who call you start the conversation with, "Oh, so which timezone are you in right now?"
  
  
• Your friends say goodbye to you with "See you next time you're in town" -- even when you're in the city where you supposedly live.
  
  
• The valet say goodbye to you with "See you next week."

*Sigh*

Working late on a Friday night...

And listening to my second favourite "Sara(h)"...this song keeps haunting me.

Gravity - by Sara Bareilles

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do
I'll still feel you here
'til the moment I'm gone.

You hold me without touch.
You keep me without chains.
I never wanted anything so much
than to drown in your love
and not feel your reign.

Set me free, leave me be.
I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall,
just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me
and all over me.

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.
When I thought that I was strong.
But you touch me for a little while
and all my fragile strength is gone.

I live here on my knees as I
try to make you see that you're everything
I think I need here on the ground.

But you're neither friend nor foe
though I can't seem to let you go.
The one thing that I still know is that
you're keeping me down.