For as long as I can remember, I have really hated going to the airport; While many people know that flying is the best mode of travel, I happen to disagree wholeheartedly… If you ask me, there is nothing more stressful than trying to predict what is going to happen with weather, humans, and your collective health for a week or two, but then try to take all of your predictions and whittle down your supplies so that they can fit into a tiny suitcase.
- Then, there is the actual stress of the flight itself! Getting to the airport is consistently terrible.
It’s seriously 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 section of the world are congregating in one building, coughing and sneezing their germs all over into the communal breathing air. I am sure that airports have some sort of media air cleaner, although I don’t trust that society has created a powerful enough air handling plan to filter out all of the germs that my pal and I contain. I have consistently been terrified of airport air, jetliner air, and to the prevalence of harmful airborne germs. These mornings, however, my paranoia over public indoor air extends to just about every indoor space. I know I shall be taking my car everywhere for the foreseeable future, and relying on my private air supply to keep me healthy.