Bon Voyage!
I am off for Paris day after tomorrow! I'm nervous and excited. Nervous because I really, really hate to fly. Like, more than anything in the world; I can't tell you how much I hate to fly. And since September 11th, I hate it even more, because now, not only do I have drunken pilots, mechanical malfunction, shoddy materials, stress fractures, foreign object damage, and weather conditions to worry about, I also have random psychotic extremists to bear in mind.
I really, really hate flying. In fact, since 1981 or so, about the only time getting on a plane hasn't filled me with indescribable dread was coming back from France in 2003, when I had heat-exhaustion and the flu and was so sick, all I wanted was to curl up in a ball when I got home, so after wrangling 80 pounds of luggage through the entire Paris Metro, the RER and Charles De Gaulle, sitting on a nice, air conditioned plane was the least of my troubles, whether it made it all the way home, or not. Then I hit Toronto customs and the hell that was juggling that same 3-piece 80 pounds of luggage while standing in a 7.5 hour line and involved missing my flight, so that final leg of the journey was more of a "ohthankgod-i'm-finally-on-the-plane" scenario than a "ohmigod, I have to fly again" thing.
But aside from that single day, I look at flying as a necessary evil, fraught with peril and disaster. Which is why I never fly without Pete, the Awesome Battlebear, and why I'm really anxious about flying again. Over the ocean. To London (and then to Paris).
::sigh::
Jenie
I really, really hate flying. In fact, since 1981 or so, about the only time getting on a plane hasn't filled me with indescribable dread was coming back from France in 2003, when I had heat-exhaustion and the flu and was so sick, all I wanted was to curl up in a ball when I got home, so after wrangling 80 pounds of luggage through the entire Paris Metro, the RER and Charles De Gaulle, sitting on a nice, air conditioned plane was the least of my troubles, whether it made it all the way home, or not. Then I hit Toronto customs and the hell that was juggling that same 3-piece 80 pounds of luggage while standing in a 7.5 hour line and involved missing my flight, so that final leg of the journey was more of a "ohthankgod-i'm-finally-on-the-plane" scenario than a "ohmigod, I have to fly again" thing.
But aside from that single day, I look at flying as a necessary evil, fraught with peril and disaster. Which is why I never fly without Pete, the Awesome Battlebear, and why I'm really anxious about flying again. Over the ocean. To London (and then to Paris).
::sigh::
Jenie
posted by Jenie at 9:49 PM
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I know you've already taken off, but hope you'll still somehow have access to the internet because I wanted to wish you a fabulous time in Paris this summer. You soooo deserve the break! Also, apologies for the lack of communication on my part - things have just been REALLY crazy with the divorce and job search, etc. In fact, if you can still get e-mail, let me know and I'll update you on all the ugly details. That way, you won't have to find a soap opera in France to watch ;-) Bonne vacances!
Okay, that should've said "bonnes vacances" but my typing sucks.
finally got internet access! :) i'll e-you. :)
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