Before 2020, my years were spent traveling. In 3 years alone I went to Iceland, Thailand, Egypt, the Netherlands, and more. And now?
I’ve always had travel anxiety. I get to the airport early and basically think something is guaranteed to go wrong. I don’t sleep the night before, I get sick to my stomach. I worry about potentially losing the cost of the trip or something going wrong while we’re away.
As you can imagine, COVID has made that 10000 times worse. We’ve only traveled domestically since the beginning of the pandemic, besides road-trips we’ve been to Key West and New Orleans. Both of which weren’t super easy trips, airports and flights have kind of been a nightmare. And to someone with travel anxiety, that’s not a great thing.
Travel used to be the one thing I could look forward to, and now I’ve been kind of put off it. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a new country and felt so happy and free to be there learning about a new culture.
Maybe I’ve grown out of my traveling phase, a few years always on the go was great, but now I have a newfound joy of being home with my pups. Or maybe I just need to bite the bullet and get over my fear and jump into a new trip. It makes me sad that a piece of me is gone because of the pandemic, and I struggle to completely wrap my mind around it.