Oh, okay, good, now I'm nervous about my trip. I leave around lunchtime on Friday, and right now it is Wednesday evening, and I've been having to talk myself through it. Like: "Even if one of your travel anxiety dreams came true and you forgot all about your flight until you had to leave immediately without packing, EVEN THEN, you would grab your purse and a book and you would board that plane, and when you got to Eric and Anna's they'd take you to Target and you'd buy a package of underwear and a pair of the exact same jeans you like already, and a couple of t-shirts, and a clearance duffle bag to carry it back home with you, and some new books and snacks for the flight home and it would in fact be kind of a fun thing. SO QUIT WORRYING THAT YOUR TRAVEL-SIZE DEODORANT WILL BE TOO SMALL."
Besides, I know perfectly well I will be happy as soon as I'm walking into the airport, my pink suitcase clicketying along behind me as I breeze past all the people waiting in line to check bags, pretending it's because I'm such a savvy traveler rather than that I'm only going away for a few days. I love airports. Lovvvvvvvvvve airports. I will buy postcards, and maybe a doughnut to eat while I wait in the security-check line. After I go through (and I do hope I can avoid the pat-down this time, even though the security guard was very gentle and polite), I will fill my empty water bottle at a drinking fountain. I will calculate the best possible time for a Last Pee Before Boarding. I'll be in the first boarding group (I paid the extra $10 for early check-in) and I'll get my favorite seat (row 20, window, on the left side of the plane as you're walking toward the back of the plane). BEST SEAT.
I will settle in and start reading a book and eating snacks, and then there will be the take-off, which I LOVE, and then I will take too many pictures out the window. And then there will be the layover and I'll walk around ANOTHER airport, feeling all travel-wise because I! Am! Somewhere I'm usually not! More postcards. A weird-time-of-day meal at the airport Wendy's. Onto a new plane with another take-off. And then it's Eric and Anna and Niestle and whoooo!
Okay, now back to fretting, and to doing laundry as if everyone will run out of clothes in the four days I'm gone.
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