The Number 1 Way To Ruin Your Trip
Would you like to ruin something you spent a fortune on and looked forward to for years? Welcome to travel anxiety! Just before Christmas, I went on my dream holiday. When I say dream holiday, it’s a holiday I have wanted to take since I was about 14. Where you ask? New York City of course! It wasn’t just going to New York, though; it was going to New York at Christmas.
Ever since I saw Home Alone 2, I have longed to go to New York at Christmas. I wanted to see all the places in the movie. I wanted to see Central Park, the Statue of Liberty, the decorations on 5th Avenue, and of course, the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Centre.
My Dream Holiday
We had the money together to go to New York over three years ago. But, unfortunately, the first year, I didn’t have enough holidays at work. Nonetheless, I was sure I’d be able to take my holiday next year but didn’t realise that Covid was hiding around the corner, like some pantomime villain.
So, three years and a worldwide pandemic later, I booked my trip! I told everyone that I didn’t care if New York was a smoking crater in the ground. I was going this year! I did endless research before booking the flight and hotel and planning an itinerary of places Mike and I most wanted to see.
I made an exhaustive list of what to pack and spent the weeks before getting as prepared as I could. Naturally, travel anxiety stuck its big, ugly snout in before we even left and showed me in great detail all the things that might go wrong before we left. I kept it under control and felt pretty good the day before We left.
I’m happy to say the journey itself couldn’t have gone smoother. The taxi arrived on schedule at 4 am to take us to the airport. The first flight was only delayed by a few minutes and we had a relatively short wait at Heathrow before boarding the plane to JFK. The American Airlines staff were absolutely wonderful, and I would happily fly with them again. We were well taken care of for 7 1/2 hours, and we arrived safe and sound in New York.
By now, though, I was getting tired. I’d been up since 4 am, and my anxiety always gets worse when I’m tired. We couldn’t find our…