I'm planning a trip. Really, don't know if you got any of the hints I've done in this blog. A big trip. And what am I most worried about? Personal security? Missing my flights? Getting sick? Nope.
Telling my mother.
Yep, I just know there's plenty about this trip she's not going to like. First, it was going overseas. Well, she knew fairly quickly about that plan, since I told her I wanted to get my passport months ago. Then there was traveling alone. Really, I figured this would be a big one. But I managed to tell her about that over breakfast one day. And she was cooler about it than I thought. I did say I'd have contacts in the UK just in case.
Then, last night, I'm talking luggage with her. She's asking if I have a good rolling bag. I tell her no, I don't want a rolling bag. I just got a nice one that's soft-sided and converts to a backpack. It's very light, which a rolling bag doesn't tend to be. She's insisting that I need a rolling bag and also one that I can "add-on" to the top of, in order to tote all the stuff that she's sure I'll take (read: need.) When I tell her I intend to only have my backpack-bag as a carry-on, no checked bags at all, she kinda freaked out. What?!? Why is this such a big deal?
I know, it's the right of all parents to worry about their kids. But it's not like I'm 18. Or even 24. I'm in my 30's, for pete's sake! I'm not idiotic! I can do this. That's the point, proving I Can.
I do wonder what Dad thinks. He's rather quiet about it. Easier to let Mom be her usual vocal self, I suppose.
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