Things I lie about

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People often ask me ‘It must be nice traveling across the world so often.’ I see my friends get excited when I pack my bags, getting ready to climb the next flight. And I smile and say ‘Yeah, I’m so privileged. It’s very nice.’

Because traveling is supposed to be nice. Right? New cities, new faces, beaches, and faces?

I hate it. There I said it.

You will not believe where I am typing this blog post. No, not cuddled up in bed with my husband. I took 1hour drive to the airport, 14hours on the plane and one hour to a town= 16hours away from my husband. On the other side of the planet.

Again.

Yes, I know only three weeks ago, I went back to The Netherlands. And here I am on the next plane again. I’ve meant for this blog to feature more fashion and lifestyle but it has turned into a travel blog. Not on purpose.

The universe has a funny way of doing things. I’m the only one in my family that I know that really hates traveling, local or international, but I travel more than everyone.

I have anxiety about traveling, my life lately has been one big traumatic event and I’m smiling in all the pictures. There’s something disturbing about that.

If you are new to my blog, you might wonder if I have a job that requires me to travel. No, I don’t. Then why do I travel?

I use to travel for missionary work. I’ll almost never do that again. I’m still raw about it, but when I’ve gotten a hold on my emotions I’ll write a blog post about why after 4years I’m out of missionary for good.

Then I traveled for studies, like the writing school in Switzerland etc.

For holidays.

For love. My then boyfriend, which became my fiance and now my husband, is from The Netherlands. He’s a traveler himself. I was with him in Italy and we traveled a while. Now we settled in The Netherlands. (Where he’s from)

I’m often asked about my travels and I flat out lie because people expect it to be brilliant. I don’t want to be morbid about it. I’m an introvert and traveling is so excruciating for me.

So here’s things I lie about when asked about my travels. And no I’m not going to put out a disclaimer such as ‘I know I’m lucky to travel blah blah but I’m not ungrateful blah blah blah’

I’m super-ungrateful.

Let me take you on my journeys.

Applying for visa’s

I hate applying for visa’s (foreign countries) The documents you have to collect. Who made the world? The different governments of different countries who now requires us to enter space with a document.

Packing

I’ve come to a point where the only constant thing in my suitcase is my hair curler and clean underwear.

When my journey of traveling started in 2012 I use to do research on the country. What’s the weather like? What food do they eat? What type of shops do they have? Then pack accordingly. Now I just throw in a tank top, long sleeved sweater, jacket, and black leggings. A pair of boots and a pair of sandals. Everything black of course. Whatever I need I’ll get where I’m going or live without it.

I’ve learned there are many things one can live without, without dying, and live quite comfortably.

Arriving at the airplane.

There’s wisdom in arriving 3hours before the time for international flights. You never know how long you will wait in line to get searched or scanned. Like David Icke said ‘They either molested you or put rays in your body.’

Check-in- I check in online. Everything I can do online, I do it. Print boarding pass, print ticket etc. If I could fly online, I would.

Then

you go through security, you have to take out your electronic devices out of your bag, and put it in those baskets to be scanned. You have to take off your jacket, shoes, put makeup in those tiny small plastic bags, throw away any liquids. Even if you just bought your Coca-Cola or water.

Then

Passport control. Where you go again, just to wait in line and get a stamp.

Finally, look for your boarding gate. And wait until boarding time.

On the plane

When people ask me ‘How does it feel to fly on a plane?’ I say ‘It’s amazing’ but actually it’s it feels like sitting in a car that goes really fast, so fast that you forget that you are in the car and it’s moving. The times the wind pushes against the plane, is the only times I feel excited in the plane.

If you are an economic flyer, like me, I don’t mind the small seats and some days I don’t mind strangers but siting in a chair for 14hours straight. That’s the point that breaks me.

No, there I go, lying again.

The point that breaks me is CONNECTING FLIGHTS

I hate it.

The airport I hate the most for connection flights?

PARIS CHARLES DE GAULLE AIRPORT. I’m not even going to type anything because I might throw this laptop throw the window thinking about it.

The plane lands. You have to unbuckle your seat belt. Wait for your turn to get out. Get out. Go through passport control again, figure out where to find your luggage. And sometimes they lose it. Like Mine now at this moment. They’ve lost it. But I’m getting it back tomorrow.

But then…

You walk through the door.You see your husband’s eyes tear up. You are home. Everything was worth it.

I’ll do it all over again. One anxiety attack at a time.

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