James has already written about his feelings towards airports. I agree with him on some aspects, and have found if you develop a positive somewhat laissez-faire attitude, it can be a relatively painless. I tend to smile as much as possible, even when I don't feel like it. Another method of keeping positive is to imagine how much more difficult everything would be if I was trying to do it all with a small child. I don't envy mothers in airports.
What I don't like about travel is packing. I can never shrug the feeling that I've forgotten something. No matter how many lists I make or how many times I repack, I still feel like I'm going to get to my destination, walk through the door and realize I forgot my deodorant.
But as long as I have my passport and my credit card I should be fine.
This is the first time both James and I are leaving Chewie for a week with other people. Granted, our dog will be perfectly well taken care of by my brother and his girlfriend, but it is still difficult for me. I love the furry butthead, even though he sometimes tries to hump my leg or eat my cereal off the counter.
Alright, I suppose that is a sufficient enough check in for now, unless something insanely exciting happens on our journey.
The biggest dilemma in my life currently is whether or not to buy a neck pillow for 20.00.
