Am taking my first trip abroad since I got back from Madrid last July. Is good to be back in the saddle!
My trip to Montreal has begun with a delayed flight and then a rerouting altogether. Was supposed to leave PDX at 6:27pm tonight on my first of three flights (even left work early to be sure to be here in plenty of time), but the bad weather there has delayed all flight in & out of SFO indefinitely. Poop. Now am scheduled to leave at 8:45pm for Seattle.
If everything goes according to (the new) plan, I will arrive in Montreal not much more than an hour later than originally planned, so will still have two full days there.
All day I've been experiencing mild anxiety for some unknown reason. When I finally examined this tonight, over a beer at the airport, I decided it was not because I am doomed to die (as my paranoia would have me believe), but because I am stepping out of my comfort zone for the first time in over nine months. I change depending on my environment, and because I have never been to Montreal before, I don't know who I'll be when I get there. Is thrilling and frightening at the same time.
And then there is always the risk of mechanical failure. But worrying will not change what is to be. And if science is to be believed, the fact that I've flown many times without dying suggests that I will again not die this time. Comforting, no? =*)
So I will sit here drinking my overpriced bottled water and munching on my overpriced King Sized Twix for the next hour or so, until they decide it's time to board.
Bon Voyage!
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