My husband is here for a visit which allows us the ability to explore (see previous post for more information). We visited the center of the contiguous United States this past weekend. It was a quiet little place with a covered area and picnic tables. We would have packed a lunch if we had known!
I have been offered an amazing opportunity to travel somewhere that I have never been (and may never have an opportunity to be again). It is so exciting! I have researched housing options (I wouldn’t be able to take my camper). I can only imagine how wonderful it would be…….but……. I wouldn’t be able to take Wookie with me. We have never been apart and I struggle with the idea of leaving him behind, to the point that I have considered declining the opportunity. To those that don’t understand what it’s like to be so dependent on an animal and might be judgmental, I get it. I am a little “judgy” of myself for it. As of right now, I have made the decision to leave him behind with my daughter, but that could change again any moment because I am waffling back and forth every hour. I am tormented by it.
There are so many things to accomplish in the next 3 weeks that I am also overwhelmed right now. To make arrangements to get the camper back home, purchase flight tickets, arrange for a long term rental car, solidify housing, and pack my bags. All of this along with the tasks required to finish up this current assignment.
Oh, and maybe I forgot to mention, I have NEVER flown on an airplane before. I am scared to death of the thought and it has prevented me from traveling anywhere that it was required. I have made motorcycle trips across the nation (some people would say that is more dangerous than flying), but I have never got on an airplane. I have heard it said that 80% percent of all choices are based on fear. Most people don’t choose what they want; they choose what they think is safe. I can make an excellent argument with rationalizations as to why I choose something safer. I have always said that I want my vehicle with me wherever I go so that I have the freedom to go wherever I want and leave whenever I want. I don’t want to rely on trying to find a flight home if I need to get there. But truthfully, I am scared to get on a plane. It makes me think of the Alanis Morissette song “Ironic”. The second verse of the song says,
“Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
“Well isn’t this nice…”
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think”
And….THAT does not help the matter at hand.
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