I just got back from 5 days at the Woods Hole Film Festival, where my feature film "In Montauk" won the Audience Award for Best Narrative Feature. It was a great trip. And now I'm going to tell you a secret. I love to travel on business. On film business, anyway. Not that I have to do it that often. Sure, I miss my kids, but there's something indulgent about waking up in the morning because I want to, not because I have to. There's something freeing about getting back to my room at 3 am and not having to worry about whether or not I'll be awake enough in the morning to get the kids breakfast and get them off to camp. It's quite a relief to be able to sit and talk to someone for hours without feeling like I'm neglecting the kids, or worse, having them say every two minutes "Come on, Mom! Are we going, yet?" Or to do something completely spontaneously, like going sailing because I don't have anywhere else I have to be. But then, when I finally come home, I'm greeted with hugs and kisses and questions. "How was it?" "Did you have fun?" And then I remember that I actually like my kids. I like to be around them. Being there for them is a small price to pay for having them in my life. Okay, it doesn't always feel like a small price, but one that's worth it. Until my next trip.
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