Travel Anxieties
I love to travel. I really do. I get very excited for it and I usually have a great time while I’m at wherever it is we’re going. Except. About a week before I’m supposed to go I start to panic. I get very anxious about traveling and I freak out with all the “worst-case scenarios.” I hate to fly. I hate to fly alone. I hate to fly alone with a toddler. I really, really hate to fly. But it’s only for the few days before I have to do it. Other than that, I couldn’t care less. There are a number of other anxieties that go hand in hand with traveling – especially without Dan – but that’s the one that keeps me up at night. And makes me sick to my stomach. And gives me migraines when I’ve been thinking about it too much. Like now.
Add to that the weather for where I’m going and the fact that I will be having to do a whole lot of driving in it and I’m left to wonder… What the hell was I thinking? Maybe I should just stay home.
And after realizing that it's a whole 50 degrees colder there and I'm whining about the cold here.... Yeah, what the hell *was* I thinking?