Sorry about my absence… I’ve been getting over a head cold and spent much of the last week resting.
In a few weeks I’ll be traveling for work. My mom and I never traveled much when I was a kid so I never developed wanderlust or excitement to discover new places. I joined Geocaching nearly 7 years ago, hoping that would inspire me to travel more and purposely travel. It really hasn’t. All of my geocache finds have been in one state.
But, to help reframe my anxiety for my upcoming business trip, I thought I would blog about past travel experiences. I’ll stay focused on the good, while acknowledging the bad experiences that have happened were not detrimental to me in any way.
I’m trying to recollect what my first travel memory was. I can’t think of really any travelling until I was in my pre-teens. My first airplane trip was to visit my mom’s friend in Independence Missouri. We must have flown into Kansas City and I don’t remember changing planes. Maybe we had a short layover. What I remember the most is my mom telling me to be quiet. I don’t recall being scared, but I must have been nervous. As a child, I was a chatterbox when I was nervous.
Our visit was short. Just the weekend and I don’t remember the flight back home. My mom and her friend caught up while me and her friend’s children, both older than me, played board games in the typical late 70’s basement rec room. I also discovered Cup-a- Soup and thought it was one of the best tasting things I’d ever experienced.
Over all, I guess this trip was rather uneventful and unmemorable, even if it was out of the ordinary for my family. My next trip by plane memory, I’ll be travelling alone.