I used to love to travel. In theory I still do. I love seeing new places, experiencing new things. But my anxiety is just totally kicking my butt these days. The last few times I've traveled, I've been so wrapped up by my anxieties that I haven't enjoyed myself at all.
We're going to San Francisco on Thursday (yes, we're flying on Christmas -- no worries -- we're Jewish). I'm flying with a 3-year old (and of course my husband). One layover, not very bad. We're going into Oakland. Picked up by family. Should be smooth. But I'm all wound up about
it. And everyone is going out of their way to make it easy for us. My inlaws even got us a hotel in Chicago by the airport so we wouldn't have to make the 2 1/2 hour drive at 4 in the morning on Thursday. We can go in Wednesday night now and rest easy. But there'll be 6 adults in one apartment. Lots of shuffling people around. And my 3 year old to take care of. I'm just full of anxiety. And everyone just keeps telling me to relax, it'll be fun. I really want to believe it will, but I can't help dreading it more than I'm looking forward to it.
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