And I don’t really mind.

Travel, especially airplane travel, used to bug me. It bugs a lot of people. I hated flying for a while. Nothing debilitating, but I wasn’t a fan of being in the air. And the whole airport thing of tickets and waiting bugged me.

But lately, well, less things bug me, this included. I am not a fan of layovers, but, honestly, airports have restaurants, bars, and bookstores. What do I like to do? Eat, drink, and read. What else? Mess around on my computer… and I have a laptop.

Travel ain’t no thing! I’m looking forward to catching some zzz’s on the plane, as I’ve liked sleeping in the moving cars since I was a baby (so, yeah, when not driving), and this is just being a passenger in a big ass flying car. And I have a great book I’m reading (Blink – check it out and learn lessons about “thinking without thinking”)… a fun comic I want to check out (Bizarro Comics – dig it, and, yeah, I’m behind on this one), and… what the heck? How is this any worse than hanging out in my room in LA by myself? At least I’ll be surrounded by people, maybe chit chat, AND at the end of it all, I’ll see my family.

Travel ain’t no thing, and when the destination is home, it’s more than worth it.