I am writing this blog today because I am off to Germany tomorrow to visit my daughter and grandchildren.
I'm a travelling neurotic - one of those travellers who are uneasy until they board the flight or the train or get in the car.
This morning I have checked out my ticket, my passport, my airport coach ticket and the money in my purse just to make sure I have everything. Tonight I'll print my boarding pass, compare it with the ticket and put it with the other stuff. And I'll check everything again before I go to bed and then again tomorrow morning just in case some mysterious troll has secretly removed my passport or airline ticket during the night.
A lot of my acquaintance are remarkably laid-back about travelling and don't see the necessity of being hours at the airport in advance of the flight. They don't expect last minute snags such as traffic jams or long lines at security or getting lost and going to the wrong gate. I really envy them! I can never relax until I am sitting at the departure gate waiting for the flight to be called.
I wonder if this is a generation thing, like always checking your mobile for the latest tweets? When I was growing up most people got to their destinations by train and boat. The pace was considerably slower, you didn't have a security check, you produced your train ticket to the inspector when asked, and you had time to gaze out at the countryside as it slipped past the train window. There was a sense of time. Once on the boat or ship you could roam around the decks, lean over the side and watch the waves, feel free of land and its encumbrances.
Tomorrow I am getting up very early and I won't be happy until I've checked in my suitcase and taken a seat at the departure gate. The interesting thing is that when I am returning, I don't get half as edgy. Does this have some deep psychological significance? If so - I don't want to go there! All I want is to get to my destination on time without the teeniest hitch. Here's hoping!