Not a Happy Traveler

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Sometime in my not so long ago, I fantasized about how cool it would be to travel. Beyond zipping cross-country a couple of times, I hadn’t seen much of the country or much of anything really and I thought, “yeah, I should travel.”

Apparently, the Universe heard me and as per the rule of Murphy, it’s hearing aide just wasn’t getting the ‘spirit’ of my wish, because though I have done a fair amount of traveling in the last couple of years it’s not exactly what I had in mind…

When I went to Seattle it was to visit my seriously injured friend, head not in a good place to be sure. The flight? Yikes, my ears just couldn’t handle the cabin pressure. Sleeping on hospital floors and children sized waterbeds…yikes again.

From there, we had our whirlwind cross-country trek to Virginia, via Texas (did you know that it’s really freeking hard to get out of Texas? I’m certain there is some sort of Bermuda triangular vortex going on there). And within this time we had the revolving door local travel of apartment to house and then back again. And I have to wonder why is it I have such a talent for choosing to move chunks of stuff when it’s raining? Then the finale was the cross-country trek back to L.A. to Zelda’s and from Zelda’s to the House from Hell and then finally home. Ah…. that was nice, well for about five minutes.

Because then it was time to go to the Cape. Delayed flights, red eyes which meant business because why did I think I could sleep in an aisle seat? To Boston, then the Cape, then all over the Cape then to the bus, back to Logan, to JFK with a 2 hour delay on the tarmac and at last back to L.A. Oh to sleep in my own bed. Noice.

But no, we’re not finished folks because not only did I travel to places, people traveled to me. Well, one person, my sister. Yup, I’m still in hotel mode because we’re nightly disassembling my bed to make it two, sharing the tiniest bathroom on the planet, which she really seems to like a lot given the amount of time she’s in there and don’t’ forget the maid service I apparently agreed to offer, with a little room service thrown in for good measure.

And now that I look back on it all, I have to wonder if I need my head examined. Why on earth did I think I wanted to travel? To live out of suitcases and eat bad food, sleep little to no and inhabit small cramped spaces for long periods of time? Nope, I have to say, I’m not a happy traveler. At least not the way I’ve been doing it. I’m afraid I’m just a homebody at heart. I like waking up in my own bed and eating the food that is in my fridge and parking myself in front of the computer or fooling around in the garden. Buying cigarettes at my favorite shop, knowing ahead of time what the price is and well, just hanging out.

So, it’s official I’m a boring homebody and not a world traveler. Who knew?

So, Universe if you’re listening, I don’t want to travel again – unless it’s first class and there are limo’s and luxury hotels involved and lots of mad money and fluffy, pure, white terrycloth robes and a daily massage involved. Okay? Got that?

How about you? Are you a happy traveler or a cranky one like me?

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7 thoughts on “Not a Happy Traveler

  1. I will agree with you that it always nice when you come home from a trip to sleep in your own bed and shower in your own bathroom. I also prefer a nice hotel or an Inn where I don’t have to do chores etc…

    It’s not often that I do get to travel but I must admit that I like it. I’m not keen on flying but will do it if there’s something really great at the other end. I have no problem flying to Bermuda (home of the original Rumswizzle!).

    If I had the time and the means,there are places that I definitely would want to see.There are places in my own New England corner of the world that I’d like to travel to.

    I would love to travel maybe by train across the USA to see whats out there. Books,computers and television can only show you so much.

    Maybe you haven’t been really “traveling” but just going from point A to point B and C and D. That’s not really fun .

    So to answer your question, I’d say that I would be a happy traveler!

    Hey Pam,
    I like your idea of traveling cross country by train. That might be fun. No driving, no pressurized cabins on planes. I could roll with that. Although, from the sounds of it, you like traveling much more than I.

    Annie 🙂

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  2. Hi Annieo,

    Firstly loved the picture and I thought the word traveler had two L’s in it. I have to say I am a happy traveller and sometimes the more bizarre and rough the travel is the more I like it. I spent a whole week in Texas once, some where in the desert with not much clue has to where I was or what I was doing there.
    I do love to get back home to my stuff to.
    I have a plan. Learn to drive, ‘I can drive but just haven’t passed a test’ and save up and buy a camper van. Yay ! I would so love to travel America in a camper van. To travel America from top to bottom in a camper van surronded with my own little bits and bats of stuff. Whoo Hoo !! Watch out America here I come.
    Love
    Di.
    I giggled at your sister spending sooo much time in your small bathroom yes she must love it there. Hehe !!

    PS. I must have traveled the world and back in my head these past few years on my emotional journey. x

    Hey Di,
    Yes, I can see you as a world traveler actually. I can see you enjoying every crazy minute of it, in fact. I travel in my head too – it’s always much more comfortable than the real thing though. 😉
    Love
    Annie

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  3. Just reading this back as I read your comment and its kinda understandable that you see your self as not a happy traveler . I think that you might just be all travelled out for now.

    Heres hoping that you may become one happy traveller again.
    Love Di.

    You may be right – just too much wandering around these past months. Maybe after I feel that I have roots again, traveling will seem different? Could happen. 😉
    Annie

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  4. Uh-oh. Annie reads my mind again! I fantasize about living out of a backpack in Europe, but it’ll never work. When I travel, I come home as cranky as a 2-year-old. I don’t know why. But here’s some of the stuff I have to deal with: special food, as I am a lactose intolerant Type II diabetic vegetarian; overpacking–no matter how much I try not too, I take too much stuff; getting scared if I take a wrong turn (like what? I am gonna end up in Siberia?). I could go on, but I won’t.

    But I’m glad I’m not alone in being a Cranky Traveler.
    Bless you, Annie! You save my soul sometimes.

    Hey Sandra!
    LOL – what’s that old saying…’A man’s got to know his limitations’? I guess that applies to us too, eh? It might be I’m just traveled out but seriously, a butler, valet and limo driver seems the bare minimum for travel, don’t you think? 😉

    Aw, I’m glad I can cheer you up. There is far too little cheer these days, huh? 🙂
    Annie

    .-= Sandra L.´s last blog ..Somehow, I just don’t know… =-.

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  5. Did your ears bother you as much going to MA as when you went to Seattle? I’ll bet not. My ears have never bothered me except the time I flew to Seattle – and then, oh Brother! it was bad!!

    And you drove across Texas? I’ll bet you came within 2 miles of my house.

    Hey Lolly,
    You know, it was much worse when I landed in Seattle – is that because of the humidity or something? That would kind of make sense since I live in a very arid place, maybe the humidity did make it worse. Although, yeah, whenever I fly I get ear aches.

    I drove through Texas on the I-10, is that your part of the neighborhood?

    Annie

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