I haven’t had a vacation in over a year and outside of my trip to England for M’s wedding, since my parents moved to New Mexico, my vacations have primarily been trips to visit them.
Before that, I couldn’t really afford to take vacations but somehow I managed to scrounge up enough money for one out-of-town sci-fi convention every year — I went to Visions in Chicago once, MidSouthCon in Memphis a couple of times (once to see Timothy Zahn, who happened to be an A-Team fan, btw; and once to see Laurell K. Hamelton who stopped me in the hall to complement me on my “I am the bad guy” t-shirt), which always seemed to coincide with a speaking-in-tongues Baptist convention and you’ve never seen anything until you’ve seen small African American women chanting while genuflecting as they back out of a convention room and a troop of 6-foot plus tall Klingons back away in fear. I’ve been to DragonCon at least three times and some local convention near Jefferson Davis’ home, when it was still standing, before Katrina.
After moving to Maine, I took one weekend trip to D.C. and one weekend trip at Halloween to Salem, MA.
The truth is that I don’t travel well. Even if we take out the bad luck factor where luggage is likely to go MIA and flights are either going to be canceled or delayed by half a day, there is a large amount of anxiety involved. I used to be certain that it had to do with a fear of flying (and the recent plane crashes have not helped with that theory); however, I now think it has more to do the stress of not being in control. [more…]
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