It’s 8.30 on a very cold and misty November morning. I am writing this on the Eurostar that is winging its way across the British countryside towards the continent.
Nature versus Nuture
Compared to a lot of people I am not the most travelled of souls. When we were kids, my mum would say ‘you can have a good education or fancy holidays but not both.’ Of course as children my brother and I would say holidays every time, but I thank her now for picking education (reluctantly!).
Possibly as a result, although I don’t blame anyone at all, I find travelling incredibly stressful. I HATE flying, and the process of leaving the house empty for more than a day sends me into a crazed state of checking every plug and switch before finally being dragged out the door!
This time we are going to Bruges. This will be my third trip there. Once before on the Eurostar, about 8 years ago, and 2 years ago when my friend and I went on a cruise boat. A memory that will always stick with me for the gale force winds meaning that the toilet door swung open half way through peeing!
It helps my neurosis that we are going somewhere familiar. I am a creature of routine so being able to picture the city in my mind is good when I start to feel uneasy.
On the up
Now we have gone through the Tunnel and are on our way to Brussels. Things are starting to feel a lot more easy as I begin to recognise landmarks.
I try to commend myself for continuing to go on holidays, it would be so easy to avoid the stress and stick to the security of home. I don’t want to look back in years to come and regret not pushing myself to do these things.
What stresses do you struggle with? How do you cope with them? Let me know in the comments below.