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I have panic attacks when I fly. I throw up in cars and buses. And I get claustrophobic in trains.
The fun is in the journey, not the destination? Yeah, get out of my face.
Though, yes, it is fun for my travel companions, because I can be supremely sarcastic and quite funny when I’m in any kind of anguish. However, as someone who travels frequently, and loves to do so, it can be very, very frustrating. And yet, it doesn’t stop me from booking that next 12-hour flight.
I deserve an award. Or a free plane ticket.
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