I'm not used to traveling. At least not in a plane. I'm nervous the night before and don't talk to my husband about the "packing ritual", which begins a full week ahead of schedule. You wouldn't believe it if he told you anyway. But it would probably be mostly true. I'm filled with anticipation and a certain amount of anxiety. My eating habits are off. No, let me be honest here, I don't eat. It goes through me anyway. I twiddle my thumbs. I read excessively (and that says A LOT, since I do that even when I'm not going somewhere). I'm okay once in the air and we get where we're going. It's the getting ready that well, gets me.
People say if you pinpoint your fear, face it, then that takes away the anxiety. Well, that hasn't happened so far for me.
I hope to be posting while away. We'll see...now, what else is there to read?
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