Airport

The last time I boarded a plane was more than a year and a half ago. John was scheduled for a week-long class near Disneyland, so Heather and I tagged along to visit the happiest place on earth. Before that the last time I traveled by air was a transatlantic flight the first week of January, 2012. I genuinely dislike flying. I hate how much it costs. I hate all the hurry up and wait that’s involved.  I hate how crowded and noisy the planes are. I hate how much time I have to spend sitting still (I’m REALLY not good at sitting still) on days that I fly. I hate the way passengers are treated like so much cattle. My next flight is six and a half weeks away, so I’m planning a coping strategy. I’ll bring some needlework to keep my hands busy, and I’ll recite a calming mantra: maybe “It’s a Small World After All.”