wishing you a safe and relaxed trip.

Enjoy all your break times. It's nice of you to leave your message. Amigo, adios!:)

Safe travels. Airplanes are the bane of my existence.

Thanks, y'all. I loaded up my Kindle with comedy and rock bio books since cheap plane tickets mean long airport layovers between here and there. Hope that'll pass the time with some laughs along the way.

Have fun :) hugs

I hope you have a wonderful time!!.... Big squishy hug......xo

I am the little spider who crawled into your suitcase while you were packing, muji. Take care not to crush me as I enjoy the adventure with you, muji.

Looking forward to the updates.

go!! i hope you have the most relaxing time. i am a lay over liker too : ) i like to people watch. go, Muji!! thank you for taking us with you : )

Enjoy your trip Muji and have a cool time amigo!

Safe travel!

Have a great time mate...look forward to hearing all about it when you get back

Love Manda XXX

As I sit now in Atlanta's airport on my way to Mexico for Spring Break I remember how last night I got the night-before-big-trip-PTSD blues last night that I always get. It's as if I know the futility of the geographical cure for life's ills. That PTSD voice starts to drone on in my head, "vanity of vanities, all is vanity" as far as actually following through with the trip preparations.

I've usually booked my flight and made my hotel reservations months before as something to look forward to, something to live for in the humdrum of the daily work grind. As the time to fulfill the actual plan approaches, though, that point of booking the flight and making the hotel reservations has been consumed. It has served its purpose in putting that illusion of a goal before me that has gotten me through.

I know it's all been a motivational illusion, a milepost I put out there on the horizon so I would have something to work toward. That's why when reality time comes and it's time to make the travel plan real, the PTSD part of me balks. Part of me doesn't want to play along. In fact, it not only doesn't want to cooperate, it starts trauma-catastrophizing that this is a trip that's not going to work out. This is a trip that's going to be a bummer or even worse, a disaster, traumatic.

The thing is that I can't remember a single trip in my life, not one ever, that's been a bummer. Movement is the only constant in my life, starting when I was a missionary kid raised by two mentally ill fanatical parents who weren't welcome anywhere for long.

Thanks, everybody. I'm having a good time just being out and about. I'm on a long layover in the Atlanta airport, but enjoying it, believe it or not. It's great to tell PTSD friends how that goes with folks like us who are not used to a good time.

glad i was here to share that moment with you. i get those down-to-the-last-moment ptsd jitters too. funny how it can be so terrifying and fun at the same time. can't wait to get the next update.

sending wishes of safety and enjoyment

Enjoy Muji. You deserve it!
It is so great for a newbie like me to see that it can all work out. Can't wait to hear how it goes.

i can so hear what you are saying right now. imagining how the idea of the trip ahead of time is a ... tantalising yummy thing to look forward to, until it is starting tomorrow : ) then, oh no. maybe i don't really wanna go. but you ARE!! you did it!!!!! check you out!!!!! hello Atlanta :O)