Just about on my way

[hrj]

I have this seriously obsessive-compulsive thing about travel: if I can't be on time, then I want to be early; and if I can't be early, then I want to be waaaay early. So I'm working backwards from an 11:30pm flight time in SF, adding a couple hours for check-in/security, adding time for BART to the airport (including all the worst possible connections), adding time for the local bus to get to BART (including all the worst possible connections), and then when it comes down to it, I'm sitting here all packed and ready to go with nothing else to do and find myself thinking, "You know, I could be sitting reading a book or doing accounts on my laptop in the airport as well as I could do it here at home." I know some folks hate airports with a passion and don't want to spend any more time there than necessary, but I've always rather liked hanging around at airports before/between flights. And there's nothing quite like that relief of being all checked in and at your gate. So I figure I'm going to wash the couple of outstanding dishes, dig up some sort of handwork project to do while listening to sessions, and just head out the door anyway. Heck, I could have gotten in a stint at the gym today after all. (I have this theory that I'm going to get in a good half-hour's brisk walk every morning before breakfast at the conference, but if the time-zone difference kills that idea, like it usually does, I'll probably get my usual mileage in just walking all over campus between sessions.)

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[egoldberg.livejournal.com]

Glad to know there's a fellow member of the OCD travel club, other than my mom.

I remember dating a great guy who always showed up to the airport 15 minutes before the plane took off, and invariably had a nightmare each time. I wonder whether airplane travel really has to be stressful when thoughtfully prepared for.