Several months ago I had a dream that I was going to Paris.
Now, keep in mind that at the time I had NO IDEA that I would actually be going to Paris.
So, in this dream I get to the airport and realize that I have forgotten my passport. I frantically try and get my passport and run all over the airport in seemingly endless corridors only to miss my flight.
And, now, here I sit, sure that something is going to happen to prevent me from getting on that plane...so, this is either my last blog post before Paris, or the one just before you hear a funny story about why I didn't get to go.
Keep your fingers crossed.
p.s. Troy's only comment about my paranoia and worry is that we SO could NOT do the Amazing Race together.
I think I already knew that...for reasons that have nothing to do with travel phobia.