My name is Cheryl. And I am travelly challenged.
Two weeks ago, Best Friend and I headed out to a suburb for a party. The drive should be about an hour at most. It took us two-and-a-half hours to make the trip. Later, she told me all she could think was that it was because I was coming, and I have travel issues.
My travel issues first came to light back in my junior year of college, when I tried to make it home for Christmas and arrived home 10 hours behind schedule. But it didn’t stop there.
My luck with flying continued to be lacking. Seriously, if you see me on your flight, reschedule. Sometimes I get lucky and my flight is on time. Sometimes I get on an earlier flight. But I also get delayed. I sit on tarmacks. I sit on planes headed for Europe, waiting for takeoff times. I have to switch planes three times due to technical difficulties.
Yet my travel challenges range in the minor to major nuisance area, never the serious. No accidents. I am not the person who almost missed the cruise ship and had to be hoisted aboard after the ship waited as long as possible for me and had to leave without me (although I did get to watch said people).
The most frustrating thing of all is that I am not scared to travel. I am not a nervous flier, at least not because of the flying. I don’t think we’ll crash. Turbulence does not scare me. I am completely calm, cool and collected once I’m airborne. I only get scared about if and when the airborne part will happen.
So, I can’t help but think that Best Friend may have a point. Maybe, I should just stay home.
Quote of the Week
“I’m sorry. I’m in grad school…I can barely afford to feed myself.” ~Me, to a Save the Children volunteer in the Loop