For as long as I can remember, I have absolutely hated going to the airport.
While many people think that flying is the best mode of travel, I happen to disagree wholeheartedly.
If you ask me, there’s nothing more stressful than trying to predict what’s going to happen with weather, humans, and your collective health for a week or two. Then try to take all of your predictions and whittle down your supplies so that they can fit into a tiny suitcase. Then, there’s the actual stress of the flight itself. Getting to the airport is always terrible. It’s extremely anxiety-inducing feeling like what you are running behind, and when you see those long lines stretched out before you it’s heart attack time. Furthermore, you’re breathing the same air as all of those random strangers. Have you ever thought about how disgusting the indoor air is at an airport? People from every area of the world are congregating in one building, coughing and sneezing their germs all over into the communal breathing air. I’m sure that airports have some sort of air purification system, but I don’t trust that mankind has created a powerful enough air handling plan to filter out all of the germs that we contain. I’ve always been terrified of airport air, airplane air, and to the prevalence of harmful airborne germs. These days, however, my paranoia over public indoor air extends to just about every indoor space. I think I’ll be taking my car everywhere for the foreseeable future, and relying on my private air supply to keep me healthy.