I am getting more and more excited about my upcoming trip to Hawaii. I will be spending two glorious weeks in Oahu, and, thanks to my wizard of a AAA travel agent, I have great tours every other day. I believe I have everything done to the current TSA standards, and I have a fairly good idea of what clothing to bring (i.e., most of the things I wore last summer).
As my plane is scheduled to leave at 8:00am, that means that I really need to be there around 6am. Just the thought of the Crankee Yankee and I trying to make that deadline gave me the heebie-jeebies. Then a good friend of mine suggested that I take a room in one of the hotels near the airport the night before; genius!
So I made a reservation, and will take the shuttle in to Logan and I should be right on time. Because of the time I need to be in line to check in, I will miss the lovely free breakfast at the hotel, but I’m sure I can survive on granola bars until I’m checked in and can actually buy a meal at the airport, post-TSA.
In thinking about all this, I remember that in years past I traveled all the time. When I lived in Texas, I would take two vacations per year to fly up to be with my parents. I also had to occasionally fly for business, and it just became routine. Of course, this was all way before 9/11.
So, as I haven’t flown anywhere from 2001, this is going to be a great adventure. I have sifted through my old fears about flying, about missing my check-in time, losing my luggage, getting a yappy seatmate, etc. But talking to friends of mine who travel quite a lot, I feel much better. And let’s face it; the odds of a plane crash is pretty damn slim. Besides, I’ve been telling myself for weeks now that everything is going to go well.
There’s something to be said for keeping positive; I believe that my flight to California will be easy and comfortable with a generous layover (about two hours; plenty of time to have a nice dinner), and that my final flight to Honolulu will be just as easy and comfortable.
By now just about all of my questions have been answered, and I feel ready to go and have this amazing adventure. Plus the Crankee Yankee cannot wait to get started on renovating our kitchen. We have lived with the bright orange formica counter tops and the Williamsbury pineapple wallpaper since we moved in at 2007. The cupboards are without doors and collect dust like you wouldn’t believe. I am looking forward to the new gray and lemon yellow kitchen we designed together, and with new flooring.
Honestly, how lucky can a gal get?