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Preparing To Travel

I’m just going to put it right out there and say that I’m a nervous, anxious sort of person.  At least about a fair few things.

I don’t like heights.  And by this I mean that I don’t even care to use step-stools or to stand on a chair to reach something on the upper shelves of my cabinets.

I’m no fan of small spaces. You’ll never find me hiding in a closet, even if it’s the last place to go in a zombie apocalypse. I’d just let the damn zombies have me for dinner, because I’m far less afraid of them than I am of being in a small space.

I am not particularly brilliant at talking to strangers.  I wish that all I meant by this is that I’m not particularly good at making conversation, but no, I really mean that I get anxious and nervous at the thought of having to approach someone I don’t know and speak to them, at all.  Even to ask for directions.

I don’t like public restrooms. It’s not that I freak out about germs; I wash my hands and if there aren’t seat covers for the toilets, I will hover, but I don’t think this is particularly abnormal behaviour when it comes to public facilities. I just can’t proceed to do what you’re meant to do in a restroom where other people are already present or could enter the room at any moment.

So, why am I getting on a plane, allowing myself to be packed like a sardine in with a lot of strangers, and shot tens of thousands of feet into the air for many hours? (At least the airplane’s restroom isn’t a public restroom, even if it is ridiculously small).  Obviously I love my fiance significantly more than I fear any of those things.

Because of his work schedule, Alex is not going to be meeting me at the airport. So I get to try to figure out how to get myself from London to St. Erth all by my little lonesome. Alex assures me this is easy. In fact, here are Alex‘s directions:

Directions from Airport to St. Erth

I still think I may wind up lost. In a foreign country. 4,132 miles from home.

At least I (mostly?) speak the language.

It’s just a little over a week before I leave, and I’m still waiting on the suitcase I purchased to be delivered. After Alex‘s trip here, I realised that I definitely needed a little suitcase on little wheels so as not to have to haul anything particularly heavy through huge airports. And I’m way too nervous about lost luggage to check anything.   I think I might need some of those plastic bags you hook your vacuum up to to suck all the air out of them to manage to fit everything I’m going to need into the thing, though. I’m going to live for 3 months out of a suitcase designed to fit in the overhead compartment of an airplane.

But, I get to be with Alex.  Provided I don’t get lost. So I’m really not complaining. It’s completely worth it.

4 Responses to Preparing To Travel

  • I can sympathize with all the phobias you mention as I share them up to a point. Heights both fascinate and repel me, which is why you will find so many pictures of stairwells on my blog.

    I am sure you will make the journey to St Erth without too much difficulty. Alex’s instructions, in order to be concise, err on the side of simplicity. Heathrow Airport is a large and potentially confusing complex. There isn’t a single entrance; there are many. There are, however, lots of signposts and these have to be easy to understand for speakers of any language so they should guide you safely. If all else fails, ask for directions. You will find people helpful. The language you speak is near enough the same as is spoken here so you will understand and be understood. Likewise, in London, do not be shy to ask for directions. People will be helpful.

    Just keep a careful eye on your valuables. Pickpockets and bag snatchers love crowded places. Don’t put down anything you intend to pick up again later (e.g. don’t play the tourist trick of leaving your cell phone on the cafe table while you go to the counter for another cup of coffee). London, though, is no more crime-ridden than any other city and you are unlikely to have any trouble.

    Your evident love of writing and your ability to express yourself suggest to me that you should keep a diary of your trip. This will not only furnish material for your blog but be a nice memento for later.

    • I fully intend to keep a journal with me, and already own a very nice leather one which is what I intend to take with me. However, even if I can’t fit it or I manage to forget it (because I’m 100% sure I will forget something) I’ll just have to buy one when I get there. As much as I enjoy blogging, I’ll never really be able to give up a traditional handwritten journal.

      Thank you for the tips about pickpockets & bag snatchers. Since I get to carry two bags, technically, without checking anything, I’ll be taking a smallish backpack with my laptop and journal in it, and the small suitcase I mentioned with the wheels. You can bet I’ll be very careful with both of them, but the intention is to keep all valuables and travel documents, etc, in the backpack, both straps on my shoulders, and the valuables in inner pockets of the main compartment.

      Oh, and thank you for the compliments, too. Or at least, I took the “evident love of writing” and “ability to express [my]self” as compliments.

      • You took it correctly!

        When we travel, we each have a wallet with a neck cord and put into this passport and money. The wallet can be tucked into one’s shirt most of the time and pulled out when, for example, going through passport control.

        • That’s not a bad idea! I’m highly paranoid about losing my passport. I’ve already done that once. (But at least I was still in the U.S.)

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