I am not a great traveler. I love to go places, don’t get me wrong, it’s the getting there, especially if it involves a plane, that I’m not overly fond of.
If I had it my way, I’d be able to Apparate to my destination, with my entire house (dog and husband included) in tow. I don’t like traveling, and I don’t like to be without my “stuff.” It’s a familiarity thing. I LIKE the way our home is set up. I like my bed, and my pillows. I like the angle the TV is at. I like the art. The dozens and dozens of dog-hair clumps. Well, maybe not that last part.
I’m a nervous flier. Take offs and landings, especially, get my heart to an “impending explosion” level. I imagine all kinds of horrible scenarios, most of which end in fiery death and/or a mysterious island ruled by a column of black smoke. My best trick for coping is to order one of those overpriced bottles of mini-wine as soon as I’m able to; however, one tends to get dirty looks while emptying a bottle into one’s mouth when one is quite obviously “in the family way.”
So, the next best bet is to find a book that is guarunteed to keep my attention. I am an excellent reader. I get it from my mother. If I’m involved in a book, WW3 could be raging all around me and I won’t notice. The thing is, though, I’ve read all of my books. Many, many times. So today, before I board a plane tomorrow, I have to go out and take a risk on an unknown book and hope that it’s gripping enough to keep my mind off of that rattling sound coming from the engines.
And then, of course, I have to pack. Luckily, so few things fit me any more, that I’m pretty sure I can just throw my entire pregnancy wardrobe into the suitcase and still have room for a few emergency bags of chocolate eggs.
Oh, I am so with you. Just thinking about flying kind of makes my stomach do queer little flips.
I end up doing a lot of deep breathing. Ha! But this website (embarrassing as it may be to admit it) actually really helped:
http://www.fearofflyinghelp.com/
Happy travels!