Maybe I'm alone on this but as I get older traveling alone gets harder. Maybe it's because I'm leaving my life, my heart at home my husband, my son, and my family. Maybe it's because I'm out of practice of being by myself at night. Maybe it's my mother in my head telling my six-years-old self, "do not talk to strangers, don't give anyone any personal information..." Maybe it's just that times have changed. Or maybe I've watched one too many Datelines!
I've been traveling ALONE since I was six. Before the days of airport security, my mom would put me on a plane in St. Louis and my godparents would be standing at the gate when my flight landed in Florida. I would carry my tennis racket and little gifts for everyone on board with me. At seven I would say, "oh, I hope the gate attendent upgrades me to first class again." Because that happened so often, I actually preferred to travel alone! As an adult, this makes me laugh.
Then after college I started my career and traveled all over the United States by myself. Stayed in countless hotels all alone. Driving before dawn to make flights and driving into the wee hours of the morning to make it home. I never thought a thing about it. I was never scared.
Now at the age of thirty-one, I get nervous about the flight. I get nervous about the people on my flight. I get nervous about getting from the airport to the hotel. I always think something horrible is going to happen and my family will be part of the nightly news. It's a little strange. Or maybe really strange. Basic motherhood anxiety I guess, but anxious feelings are very new to me.
I'm much better now that I'm here in New York. I've settled into my room and enjoyed a healthy lunch in here while catching a little of the Olympics. I'm more rested and ready to get ready for the first night of BlogHer.
Do you have travel anxiety? How do you deal with it?