My sister told me I should write about my trip anxiety. I have plenty of it coming at me this summer and I'm really not sure how my jam packed summer even happened.
Next week I leave to escort my two teenage granddaughters on a trip of a lifetime to Jackson Hole, Wyoming and up to Yellowstone. It's just the 3 of us. I have spent months planning and preparing a variety of activities to keep us all happy. I hope I have succeeded but the wait is killing me. My writer's block is a product of this I believe. I put my heart and soul into creating a memory filled vacation for two wonderful kids who have never been west before. My mind is unable to focus on anything but that.
I'm packed and have been for a couple weeks already. If any of you have ever traveled with me before, you'll know I leave no stone uncovered. If you need an aspirin, I have it. Diarrhea. No problem. Get a blister or need a band aid, my fully stocked first aid kit is ready and waiting. Anything can happen on a trip, but I know I've got the minor stuff covered. After whitewater rafting, zip lining and riding like a pioneer in a covered wagon, my guess is my preparations will not go unused.
After Yellowstone I have to dump out one suitcase and pack another. We'll be off to Hawaii for a family get together. I will have a grand total of 2.5 days to make the turnaround, pack, refill the first aid kit, get the dog to the kennel, pay the bills, stop the mail and unload the photos from my digital camera. I haven't done much of my usual guidebook review and sightseeing planning that would normally happen before such a trip. It's a 12 hour flight. I'll have plenty of time to read up before I get there.
After a week of hula dancing, shave ice and tropical breezes, I'll have a little more down time, 4 days this time before heading to the wedding of my best friend's son, in Boston. I can hardly wait to reconnect with a family that I haven't seen in many years. A family that took me into their homes and hearts from the time I was 8 years old. Time and distance have separated me from them. But their love has always been close by.
I'm taking lots of deep breaths and saying lots of prayers. Once my whirlwind summer travel starts, there's no turning back. If I've forgotten something, oh well. If I make a million new memories, I hope my brain can hold on to them all. Then I'll have to adjust to an anxiety free life but I might be hooked on adrenaline by then. And something tells me I'll be itching to do this all again.
Next week I leave to escort my two teenage granddaughters on a trip of a lifetime to Jackson Hole, Wyoming and up to Yellowstone. It's just the 3 of us. I have spent months planning and preparing a variety of activities to keep us all happy. I hope I have succeeded but the wait is killing me. My writer's block is a product of this I believe. I put my heart and soul into creating a memory filled vacation for two wonderful kids who have never been west before. My mind is unable to focus on anything but that.
I'm packed and have been for a couple weeks already. If any of you have ever traveled with me before, you'll know I leave no stone uncovered. If you need an aspirin, I have it. Diarrhea. No problem. Get a blister or need a band aid, my fully stocked first aid kit is ready and waiting. Anything can happen on a trip, but I know I've got the minor stuff covered. After whitewater rafting, zip lining and riding like a pioneer in a covered wagon, my guess is my preparations will not go unused.
After Yellowstone I have to dump out one suitcase and pack another. We'll be off to Hawaii for a family get together. I will have a grand total of 2.5 days to make the turnaround, pack, refill the first aid kit, get the dog to the kennel, pay the bills, stop the mail and unload the photos from my digital camera. I haven't done much of my usual guidebook review and sightseeing planning that would normally happen before such a trip. It's a 12 hour flight. I'll have plenty of time to read up before I get there.
After a week of hula dancing, shave ice and tropical breezes, I'll have a little more down time, 4 days this time before heading to the wedding of my best friend's son, in Boston. I can hardly wait to reconnect with a family that I haven't seen in many years. A family that took me into their homes and hearts from the time I was 8 years old. Time and distance have separated me from them. But their love has always been close by.
I'm taking lots of deep breaths and saying lots of prayers. Once my whirlwind summer travel starts, there's no turning back. If I've forgotten something, oh well. If I make a million new memories, I hope my brain can hold on to them all. Then I'll have to adjust to an anxiety free life but I might be hooked on adrenaline by then. And something tells me I'll be itching to do this all again.
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