NotDreaming

I don't like crowds. Unfortunately, in our over populated world, if you want to go anywhere, you have to deal with crowds. Sometimes once in a crowded area, I can get used to it enough to not feel freaked out every moment. Sometimes not. Recently I traveled. Airports are like supermarkets. Always busy, always packed with people at all times. Unlike supermarkets though, travelers often go in pairs or groups. Difficult to deal with when I'm alone. Traveling somewhere (on a plane) with my Significant Other is a dream of mine. Even if it's just somewhere close by. An hour. Or 8. Just so some of "those people" can see for once, that yes, someone does actually love me. Miraculous as that is. And still is.

I haven't flown in over 2 years. Last week I took 2 flights. The first was a short hop and tense. Maybe because it was the first one in so long. Or maybe because it shook and shimmied and I could see the wing and how patched-up it looked from so close up. (ack!) The second flight was less tense. Maybe because it was nighttime. Maybe because there was less turbulence. And probably, because I couldn't see the state of the wing until we were an hour from touchdown.

Always hope to have an empty seat next to me. Lucked out on that first flight. Not so lucky on the second one. But at least the person was decent. Makes me wonder what the flights back will be like. Similar, or, as punishment, much worse. It's always harder going back. Leaving the place won't be difficult at all. But leaving the person, heartbreaking.

Thankfully, my S.O. isn't as wary as I am about crowds and flights and people. I wish we never had to leave each other.