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Mar. 6th, 2005 07:48 amWoke up to delicious autumnal cold this morning. I do regret not being in Australia for my favourite part of the year.
The truth is, overseas trips kick the hell out of me. I have no appetite at the moment - me! - an indication of mighty stress. It's a combination of the fear of flying and the fear of screwing up - forgetting a visa or a medication or something. We've had trips where there have been almighty cockups, which I think have instilled the fear of Er*s in me. Long flights and jetlag don't just wreck you physically, they muck up your brain chemistry: savage depression wrecked one previous UK visit.
So rather than feeling appropriate gratitude for the opportunity to travel - often subsidised by our generous families - I tend to dread the annual overseas jaunt. This one's going to be an unusually long and hectic, and I don't know how we're going to squeeze in so many friends and book signings and museum visits and work on the UK leg. DC will be much easier. It's always an enormous relief to settle into the Blums' soft-carpeted den and collapse.
I'm looking forward to the Mesopotamian and Egyptian bits of the British Museum and the Louvre; the Tate Modern; seeking raw milk cheese in Paris; the National Museum of the American Indian; all the pre-Doctor Who excitement; English breakfasts; the smell of Maryland trees; seeing our many dear friends; seeing our nephew and niece omg.
The truth is, overseas trips kick the hell out of me. I have no appetite at the moment - me! - an indication of mighty stress. It's a combination of the fear of flying and the fear of screwing up - forgetting a visa or a medication or something. We've had trips where there have been almighty cockups, which I think have instilled the fear of Er*s in me. Long flights and jetlag don't just wreck you physically, they muck up your brain chemistry: savage depression wrecked one previous UK visit.
So rather than feeling appropriate gratitude for the opportunity to travel - often subsidised by our generous families - I tend to dread the annual overseas jaunt. This one's going to be an unusually long and hectic, and I don't know how we're going to squeeze in so many friends and book signings and museum visits and work on the UK leg. DC will be much easier. It's always an enormous relief to settle into the Blums' soft-carpeted den and collapse.
I'm looking forward to the Mesopotamian and Egyptian bits of the British Museum and the Louvre; the Tate Modern; seeking raw milk cheese in Paris; the National Museum of the American Indian; all the pre-Doctor Who excitement; English breakfasts; the smell of Maryland trees; seeing our many dear friends; seeing our nephew and niece omg.
