On my way home...
Nov. 25th, 2005 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI am at the airport in Charleston and my flight leaves in an hour. I will be so glad to get home.
I used to be a seasoned traveler. And I loved it. I loved the variety and the adventure and the changing scenery. I loved new places and new restaurants and new sights. I loved motel and hotel rooms and airports and train stations. I thought rental cars were fun. I had infinite patience for standing in line and waiting.
9/11 took its toll on travel but mainly it's me and my old age and my laziness and my dwindling tolerance of idiots and people who feel compelled to carry lamps and everything else they own with them on the plan and bitch loudly and unreasonably about every single thing.
Plus, I think it's time to admit that I'm just old and set in my ways. Where I used to find thrills and adventures now I only see annoyances and impediments. And I'm far more easily disoriented than I've ever been. I have to really stop and think about stuff far more often than I used to have to. My rote is broke. I am a curmudgeon.
I like my own living room with my own TV and my own bed and my own deli. And I like to sit with my feet up. Thankgod for the computer and the internet so at least I have something familiar and entertaining right in my purse. It's a comfort.
My flight goes from here to Philadelphia where I change planes and go to Seattle. Whew. Now I think maybe I'll go get a sandwich while I wait.
I used to be a seasoned traveler. And I loved it. I loved the variety and the adventure and the changing scenery. I loved new places and new restaurants and new sights. I loved motel and hotel rooms and airports and train stations. I thought rental cars were fun. I had infinite patience for standing in line and waiting.
9/11 took its toll on travel but mainly it's me and my old age and my laziness and my dwindling tolerance of idiots and people who feel compelled to carry lamps and everything else they own with them on the plan and bitch loudly and unreasonably about every single thing.
Plus, I think it's time to admit that I'm just old and set in my ways. Where I used to find thrills and adventures now I only see annoyances and impediments. And I'm far more easily disoriented than I've ever been. I have to really stop and think about stuff far more often than I used to have to. My rote is broke. I am a curmudgeon.
I like my own living room with my own TV and my own bed and my own deli. And I like to sit with my feet up. Thankgod for the computer and the internet so at least I have something familiar and entertaining right in my purse. It's a comfort.
My flight goes from here to Philadelphia where I change planes and go to Seattle. Whew. Now I think maybe I'll go get a sandwich while I wait.
