Saturday, October 11, 2008
Homeward Bound
After 19 days abroad, Dave and I are heading home.
As always, my travel anxiety is starting to rev up. I do, after all, have the worst travel luck of anyone I know. Need proof?
In 1998, we spent two days post-honeymoon on the floor of the Honolulu airport because of the pilot's strike.
In 2000, we left for our two month sabbatical the day the dot.com bubble burst (and Dave was working in high-tech).
We had a flight home on September 12, 2001, and ended up being stranded in Europe for an additional 10 days.
When I traveled to Poland in 2002, I was pulled out of line, searched, and when they gave me my passport back, I didn't notice until I was sitting in the plane that it wasn't my passport. They had switched mine with another man's during the security search.
I've been evacuated from a plane due to a tornado.
I've been in the Houston airport when it was hit by lightening and lost power.
I was scheduled to fly out the day South Dakota got a record-breaking 19 inches of snow in April.
I've been one of those sad saps stranded on the tarmac for four hours on Christmas Day.
I've flown in to Florida only to burst an eardrum and break a tooth.
I landed in New York last January on the day the stock market plummeted and Heath Ledger died.
I was in Spokane with a six week old baby when the FAA grounded all Horizon flights back to Seattle.
Last time in was in Florida, I was standing in line when they announced the cancellation of my flight. I started joking with the man standing next to me that he should probably move away from me and my bad juju. He was on his way to a high priced hunting trip. As we were checking luggage, I looked down just in time to see my Seattle sticker being attached to his Montana-bound hunting riffles. They made the change but I think I freaked him out a bit.
I'm hoping that the WaMu melt down, which happened on the day we departed, was the bad luck that I can attribute to this trip. However, I never underestimate how many things can go wrong with my flights and the world when I am outside of my home town.
Wish us luck.
As always, my travel anxiety is starting to rev up. I do, after all, have the worst travel luck of anyone I know. Need proof?
In 1998, we spent two days post-honeymoon on the floor of the Honolulu airport because of the pilot's strike.
In 2000, we left for our two month sabbatical the day the dot.com bubble burst (and Dave was working in high-tech).
We had a flight home on September 12, 2001, and ended up being stranded in Europe for an additional 10 days.
When I traveled to Poland in 2002, I was pulled out of line, searched, and when they gave me my passport back, I didn't notice until I was sitting in the plane that it wasn't my passport. They had switched mine with another man's during the security search.
I've been evacuated from a plane due to a tornado.
I've been in the Houston airport when it was hit by lightening and lost power.
I was scheduled to fly out the day South Dakota got a record-breaking 19 inches of snow in April.
I've been one of those sad saps stranded on the tarmac for four hours on Christmas Day.
I've flown in to Florida only to burst an eardrum and break a tooth.
I landed in New York last January on the day the stock market plummeted and Heath Ledger died.
I was in Spokane with a six week old baby when the FAA grounded all Horizon flights back to Seattle.
Last time in was in Florida, I was standing in line when they announced the cancellation of my flight. I started joking with the man standing next to me that he should probably move away from me and my bad juju. He was on his way to a high priced hunting trip. As we were checking luggage, I looked down just in time to see my Seattle sticker being attached to his Montana-bound hunting riffles. They made the change but I think I freaked him out a bit.
I'm hoping that the WaMu melt down, which happened on the day we departed, was the bad luck that I can attribute to this trip. However, I never underestimate how many things can go wrong with my flights and the world when I am outside of my home town.
Wish us luck.
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No offense Shari, but given the chance I will never travel with you! I really enjoyed your Tweets during your trip. Glad your trip home was uneventful.
Shari--After reading this post, I had a night of weird dreams about my upcoming trip to Vegas for CEO Network. In my dreamworld, I:
-Overslept and missed my 6:00am flight and had to rebook for later in the day
-Didn't have the clothes I needed to pack
-Didn't have the work documents I needed for the trip
-Had a sudden surge of eyebrow growth (read, 3-inch-long eyebrows) that required me to trim them, further delaying my packing
-Took a nap that caused me to miss my rebooked flight
The weirdness continued all night. Gratefully, my son woke up early this morning and ended the chaos.
Apparently, I've got suppressed travel anxiety. Thanks for helping bring them to the surface. :)
-Overslept and missed my 6:00am flight and had to rebook for later in the day
-Didn't have the clothes I needed to pack
-Didn't have the work documents I needed for the trip
-Had a sudden surge of eyebrow growth (read, 3-inch-long eyebrows) that required me to trim them, further delaying my packing
-Took a nap that caused me to miss my rebooked flight
The weirdness continued all night. Gratefully, my son woke up early this morning and ended the chaos.
Apparently, I've got suppressed travel anxiety. Thanks for helping bring them to the surface. :)
Christopher - but wait, the really strange thing about your dream is that I've had ALL those things happen to me! Seriously.
Christopher, you are so put together, I can't imagine any of those things ever happening.
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Christopher, you are so put together, I can't imagine any of those things ever happening.
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