workingwifey

Friday I’m flying to Colorado to see some friends. I grew up there and haven’t been back since Thanksgiving, 2005. I’ve been flying by myself since I was 6 years old. The more I do it, the more I hate it. I hate flying! I hate traveling.
Traveling is the most stressful activity of which I can think. Seriously. You have to worry about what you are going to pack, who’s going to drive you to the airport, leaving in time, traffic on the road, going through security, who you’re going to sit next to on the plane- not to mention if you are going to get into a plane crash or not! Will the jet run out of fuel? Will the landing gear come down?
Luckily I have a non-stop flight from San Diego to Colorado Springs, so I don’t have to worry about missing a connecting flight or losing luggage (all of which has happened to me). Also lucky that I’m traveling in the summer so I don’t have to worry about weather-related delays (snow, ice on the runway, fog, etc.).
I am only going for 4 days and will be SO happy to see my friends, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a vacation. I will be super busy seeing people and am leaving half way thru my busiest day at work which also adds stress…
I just dont get what’s so great about traveling. I pay for the place in which I live, because I like to live there. If I wanted to be somewhere else, I wouldn’t be paying rent… I don’t know, call me crazy. That’s just how I feel!
So to anyone that reads this, please keep me in your thoughts.

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