The Thin Line Between Love and Hate

There is this strange internal dialogue/self analysis that occurs when I travel. It starts with the evaluation of the thin line between loving and hating something. I love to travel and 90% of the time I am thrilled…once I get to my destination. It’s the getting there that pisses me off at least 80% of the time. Keep in mind my statistics/percentage breakdowns can vary depending on the travel/reason.

I just got back from lovely San Francisco, CA….home of Rice-a-Roni and my oldest Brother J. This was a good trip; fun was had by all, unless Brother J and his GF were keeping things from me. Sibling bonding occurred, yummy food was eaten and tasty beverage was enjoyed too! The trip could have been longer, but my vacation time would not allow for this trip AND holiday travel…and let’s just say Momma Frog would not be cool if I shorted Christmas in WI even if it was to visit Brother J.

Why the love/hate discussion? Why the questioning of an activity (travel) that 80-90% of the time is thoroughly enjoyed? The answer is simple: the modes of travel available and the facilities I have to use SUCK!!! Driving to a location if it’s a part of a Girls or Friends road trip or traffic is minimal that’s fun. Otherwise in heavy traffic or crap weather, driving = No Fun! Bus, well that’s rarely an option worth taking. Train travel in Europe and other places of the world are a bit more viable than Amtrak. Air travel in theory should be the fastest, more efficient and in general better option…but it’s not. It’s all sorts of FUBAR.

Have you ever tried to deal with Dulles Airport? It sucks…so do most airports and the lines in security. It took me an hour to get through security AND then deal with the strange square people movers that drive you to your terminal. Then there was a running FroggerGirl barley boarding the plane in time despite arriving 1.5 hours early for her flight. The flight itself was fine…the flight home, well…BAD! That get's it's own special rant about people, not infrastructure.

For every pain free perfect trip there is it’s karmic twin waiting to spank me hard as a reminder that travel is an investment of time, energy and money and that thought + planning is required for decent trips. I hate having to plan AND think…it goes against every molecule of my procrastinating body. Instead I shall just suffer and rant at you poor souls who chose to read my blog. Aren’t you luck?