I’m going to travel for a few weeks soon. This has been planned for a long time, and I’ve been lightly anxious whenever I’ve thought about it.
I’m always anxious before travel. I think it’s because for every decision you make when planning and packing, you raise the stakes, and then it all has to go off without a hitch. When you finally leave your house, you can’t have forgotten anything, you can’t be late, your plane can’t be late, and so on. What kind of vacation is that? So I only tend to relax once I arrive, when the highest-stakes plans have played out.
This time, I’m starting to get a little excited, and we haven’t even left yet. It might be because I did very little of the planning.