Stop Complaining about Traveling—It’s Fucking Magic

How I Found The Root of my Travel Nerves

I’ve done a lot of traveling. I wrote a book about it. Even still, every time I’m on my way to the airport I’m nervous. It’s a nebulous feeling that I can’t hold, that I don’t quite understand. Surely, this should be normal by now. It should be like folding laundry or putting gas in the truck. Simple jobs that need doing. Go to the airport, get on the airplane.

The anxious tug pulls at me in particular moments. In checking that I have my passport for the third time. In seeing a line of people in front of me. In thinking about how airplanes work. In thinking about the red light on my coffee pot. At this point, I’m pretty certain I’ll always have this feeling when flying through the air in a metal tube is on the docket for the day.

Today, rather stoned at the airport, I finally realized where the feeling comes from. Where the root lives in my subconscious. It’s born from a deep knowing that it’s all too good to be true. I actually just can’t believe that it’ll all work out. I can’t actually believe in airplanes themselves. In the process of international travel, that air traffic controllers are sitting in a tower saying “alpha” and “charlie” and stuff. That all the people in all the towers understand what each “charlie” means. Yeah right!

That they’ll give me a little hard piece of paper that grants me a seat in a flying machine. That my little blue book will be assessed, then handed back, a head will nod. A woman in a yellow vest will allow me to advance from my place in an orderly line, she smiles, I keep going. I take off my belt, raise my arms, I put my belt back on. They will believe that I don’t have COVID. They will account for all the people’s health. Everyone will have a stick jammed in their nose. I can’t believe that this will all work. That later in the day I’ll be on a totally different continent. That the time zone and weather will have changed. That I’ll have basically teleported.

I’ll have not really struggled, invented anything, learned about Charlie, or tried very hard at all — but then…