Sucks. It just does.

Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know.

I love to travel. I love going places I’ve never been, either alone or with my wife and kids sprinkled in. Family trips are fun too.

Some of my favorite memories are from my travels.

“ok so where’s the problem?”

The problem is I despise the “idea” of traveling. The idea of traveling is horrible and gets more horrid each day closer to my departure. Doesn’t matter if I’m flying, driving or walking. I get so much anxiety working up to the date I have to leave, I can’t even explain how much.

In literal despair thinking about heading to a place I’ve always wanted to go to. I don’t book flights to dangerous, impoverished locations I want to avoid. I book them to places I want to go to.

“that makes no sense”

No shit.

The dumbest part is that once I get there I’ll enjoy myself the whole trip. This happens every time I travel no matter the destination or companion.

Every time.