Over the past couple of years, I’ve done a stupid amount of traveling, and I’ve discovered that I go through stages. It’s like the stages of grief, except for me, it’s the Stages of Travel.
First, I ignore the trip altogether until it’s less than a month away. I’m not good at planning ahead. Then, I go into sullenness. After all, this trip (no matter which trip it is, no matter whether it’s for “work” or a family vacation) is rather inconvenient at this point in time. What was I thinking? I start to wish it was already over, because it just seems like so much trouble. Then, when the trip’s about ten days away, I start to panic. This is really happening. How will I ever get everything done? About three days before I depart, the panic subsides. I finally start to get excited. I start packing and making lists. Because I travel so often, it doesn’t actually take me long to pack, which means that by the time I’m down to my last 24 hours at home, I’m completely ready to go. I spend my last day being completely restless, staring at the messes around my house, thinking how I can’t wait to get away and let somebody else clean up the mess.
And so that’s where I am now. My suitcase is packed. My dog is glued to my side, giving me sad-eyes, because he knows I’m about to abandon him, and in his little doggy brain, I’m sure it feels like I’ll never come home. My cat is indifferent. And me? I’m looking at the dirty dishes and the laundry and the toys cluttering the living room floor, and I’m thinking how I cannot wait to get on that plane tomorrow morning and head for the UK (with a stop in Chicago to pick up Rowan Speedwell). We’re spending just over a week in London, and then we’re headed to Manchester for the UK GLBT Meet.
Now, you may have seen this picture. It’s been making its way around the internet. Apparently, this is a spider that some couple found in their Manchester home. If I see anything like this while I’m there, I will pee my pants. Guaranteed.
If you’re attending the UK Meet and intend to buy books from me, please let me know which ones you want, so I have some idea how many to pack. Meanwhile, I have a couple of guests stopping by my blog while I’m gone. I also hope to post some pictures from London, while I’m there. (If I can find my magic little SM card to USB plug-in thingamabob.) But for now, I’m back to rattling around my house, counting the minutes until it’s time to go.
So, what about you? Any strange pre-travel rituals? Do you dread leaving town, or count the minutes?