No matter how many times I do it, or where I’m ultimately going to end up – I never quite get used to flying. I mean, it’s unnatural really – when you think about it; a few hundred people crammed into a metal tube and shot across the sky like a high speed projectile flung out of a cannon…it’s a little bit scary really…
So I try not to think about it.
My father says the only way I’ll ever get over being a nervous flier is to actually learn to fly (as in actually fly a plane) to which I say HA! I’ll leave that kind of thing to him and my Mum, who both got their private pilot’s licenses before I was born…I attempt to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground unless absolutely necessary…or unless the Lady suddenly grants me wings overnight..
That would be cool…
Anyway, I’m off on a tangent again…
I also didn’t realize just used to traveling on my own I’d become. When I travel for work (which is all the time), I’m quite an isolated creature. I keep myself to myself. It’s been a long time since I boarded a plane without a contract in my hand, and even longer since I knew the person sitting next to me!
It feels…somewhat unusual. Brilliant, but unusual…
Even though we’re safely ensconced in the hotel now (which is really more of a small apartment than a hotel room) – a large part of me still won’t believe it until I’m actually standing in front of those gates…and, as I said to Amras last night:
I’ll cry at the gates…
Relief?
No…Joy.
I can just hear it now… “I told you I would be back” 😀 x