Of course, this will be different for most people. For me, the worst part of the whole journey is often the part where it hasn’t even begun yet: the 24 or so hour before the plane lifts off, obviously only when I’m flying somewhere.
Getting everything sorted and packing for a week is done rather quickly, especially if it’s a destination with mild or sunny weather; but the anxiety until we can finally go to the airport, the queueing and jumping through all the hoops until we finally board the plane, that’s what stresses me. We usually plan in enough time so that if things go wrong, there’s still a buffer. Well. Tonight I shall rise at something like 2:45. Which also means that I am likely too nervous to sleep well in the few hours before then, and that maybe – just maybe – I will be a little itsy-bitsy bit grumpy.
But on the bright side: we’re flying from a close-by airport this time and won’t have to drive two hours to Frankfurt to get our flight, and by this time tomorrow we’ll hopefully already enjoy the sun in Tenerife – tired, I assume, but also free of the stress and anxiety.
It’s kinda funny too, because my conscious mind knows that this is all unnecessary stress, but my subconscious is bubbly and excited and for some reason this manifest in me being stressed and anxious.