I’m Starting to Have a Travel Fever…
… the only thing which it actually affected so far is my mood, though.
I got grumpier, I feel (a little bit) stressed.
Will I pack everything I need? Will we forget something? Will I forget to do something before we leave? Will hubby survive the few weeks without me? (Oh yeah I bet he will have fun, sleeping without being poked and disturbed, food he desires without my forcing to eat vegetables, no nagging about clothes and so on).
Will we catch the plane in time? Will we have successful departure? And what about on Heathrow, last time they held me during checks, hanging on my bag (‘No, ma’am, it’s not your bag there we got problem with… you say it’s the only one in X-Ray? Well, it’s not your bag we got problem with, just sit down and wait’). Will they recognise Dori on the passport photo? She’s so much older now. Will we land safely in Czech? I heard there’s snow everywhere.
And so on… Someone should really invent teleport!