I hate to travel. Especially by air. Don’t get me wrong, I love to explore new places. Getting there…not so much.
Frequent readers know about my travel woes. It isn’t a pretty tale.
Today, I got up at 4:45 a.m. to catch a flight to Toronto for a meeting. Now, 16 hours later,here I sit in the airport in Toronto, trying to get home. First,our 8:25 p.m. flight was ontime. Then, suddenly delayed until 10:15. A few minutes later someone decided we should board at 8:30 in case they can get us out earlier. Earlier storms left La Guardia even more backed up then usual. So soon, we shall shut off our laptops and sit on a cramped, stuffy plane and wait.
I have nothing witty to say. I have no wisdom to share. I am tired, cranky, stressed and want to go home. The golden age of travel is clearly tarnished. Global climate change isn’t making it any better. Perhaps if I click my heels together and repeat the words “There’s no place like home” three times, something good might come of it. What the hell, nothing else is working.
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