In a classic case of making things out in my head to be much bigger than they need to be, I am going to San Diego in a couple of weeks and already dreading it.
It's not the being away from my family that's eating at me. I'm not thrilled about being away from them, but I'm going to make the best of it and have a good time, and enjoy my "alone time." I've already decided this much.
It's not that I'm going to be out of my routine - cause I love my routines and love things to be "just so" - but you can't spell "routine" without "rut." And sometimes I feel myself slipping into that in my day-to-day, so charbroiled southern California might be a nice remedy.
It's just that ... well, as cosmopolitan and urbane and worldly as I am (ha), I've never flown. And not only that, but the red-eye back is going to involve two different layovers, which means three takeoffs and landings.
It'll be fine, right?
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