One of our favorite fellow-bloggers Mike, who has worked in a lot of places far from home, has finally returned home again, and is, for the most part, now in a scenario that will allow him to stay, most of the time, within the sight of his family, chihuahua, and lawn.
That made me start thinking about how I view travel. I like the idea of travel- it's the actuality of it that is sometimes troubling. I love airplanes, and continue to do so, but flying now leaves me cold.
Boats are fine, but here in New England you generally have to fly to get to one. The last time I did that was when I took a cruise out of Port Canaveral, Florida the same day John Glenn went up in the Space Shuttle. I took pictures from the ship, which was about as close to the launch site as any civilian got, and laughed at the signs that said "everybody- dress up in ape suits when he comes down".
That was cool. But I am no longer really cool about flying. It's not that I don't like airplanes- I think they are as cool as ever, but I also think that most pilots, especially these days, when most ex-military pilots have retired from airline service, are not as good as they used to be. Add to that the fact that the government seems to be starving the air-traffic control system, and the whole idea leaves me a bit cold.
7 comments:
I am also practicing agoraphobia. I can have nearly everything I need in life delivered. i seem to be a much happier arm chair traveler. I read about travel...and don't mind the odd weekend here and there but an extended length of time away from my well feathered nest would give me stress.
I love to travel...I wish I could find a job that would let me travel. I need to think of a career that would let me do that.
But I hear you on the comfort thing. It's always nice to be home.
I don't mind traveling a little bit. But I love being home. Always have.
Hey, as we long as we've got these here interweb tubes, we can always get out and about, in a way.
Even with the new airline restrictions, I love to travel. I have always been that way, kinda glad my parents were young vagabonds now. It should also be noted that I equally love to come home. Now ... if I only had a home!
Colonel--I agree with you about the flying thing. Flying drives me nuts these days. It's not so much the flying part that bugs me, it's everything that leads up to it. I despise the whole TSA thing. I mean let's face it, anytime you give high school drop outs any type of authority, you are in deep deep crap.
I like travel but only if it's for a vacation rather than obligation.
I love home. I leave it as rarely as possible.
I got a similar quirk.
Venturing from home -- even if its only goin "out to dinner" -- always seems atractive if its in FUTURE tense. As future passes into present, I always find myself lookin fer ways to get out of it.
Ovr th years, tho, Ive more prcisely diagnosd my "aversion." I hate scheduling. Bikin from my town to a neighborin town, spendin a hanful o hours in th endeavr, etc. dont bothr me -- cause I can do it whenevr, can abort if I feel like it, etc.
What I hate is: "I gotta be THERE, from THEN to THEN. So I gotta start gettin READY TO GO at such-n-such time."
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