. . . then I must be in London.
When I was little all I ever wanted to do was travel, but I didn’t have in mind hitting Los Angeles, Seattle, New York City (twice—very briefly), Indiana, Kentucky and London all in the space of two weeks. It’s too much.
Things I hate about travelling:
- airports (where they confiscate your toothpaste for being a few grams over the weight limit)
- airplanes (full of people hacking up their lungs)
- getting sick
- leaving my favourite toothpaste/book/jacket/friends behind
- never being a hundred per cent sure where I am or what time it is or where the stuff I need is
Other than that I adore travelling. Anyone else got some travel whinge or love to share?
This was written on a hotel computer which is currently my only access to the intramebby thingamajiggy. I am still behind with all correspondence and will remain so for a least a couple more weeks. But I have read and enjoyed your emails and comments. Thank you! You’re all too fabulous for words. Now if only check-in time would roll around my life would be complete . . .