I haven’t been on a plane in 7 years. If my life goes as planned, I will never fly again.
I despite everything about flying – the inconvenience, delays, abysmal customer service, late flights, cancellations, last minute problems, luggage issues, smells, sounds, people, TSA, add on fees and everything else. The only redeeming quality about flying for me is being able to travel long distances quickly. (I might enjoy flying more if I flew on private jets or in First Class, but that’s not my lot in life.)
For the first 30 years of my life, I only flew a few times for job interviews, vacations and house hunting. The next 20 years I flew for business meetings, made shows, trainings and “team building events”. I traveled by plane for business 6-12 times a year. It felt like a lot to me even though I knew other people who were road warriors that traveled 3-5 days a week.
I made the best of it, but preferred sleeping in my own bed each night.
Last night, I had another dream about traveling for business. It included the usual complications: I was on a business trip. I was running late or was going to miss my connecting flight. The lines for check-in/security were long. My luggage was lost. I couldn’t find my ID or boarding pass.
I woke up today thinking that I must have underestimated how much I detested flying and business travel because I still have these nightmares more than 7 years after my last flight.
Then again, I still have nightmares that I failed gym class and have to retake it in summer school to graduate from high school and a) that never happened and b) I graduated from high school 40 years ago.
So maybe it’ll take a few more decades before I’ll stop dreaming of bad flights.
