For as long as I can remember, I have absolutely hated going to the airport, and while numerous people suppose that flying is the best mode of travel, I happen to disagree wholeheartedly… If you ask me, there has nothing more stressful than trying to predict what’s going to happen with weather, humans, plus your collective health for a week or two, but then try to take all of your predictions plus whittle down your supplies so that they can fit into a tiny suitcase.
- Then, there has 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, plus 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, however 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 plus sneezing their germs all over into the communal breathing air. I’m sure that airports have some sort of media air cleaner, but I do not trust that humanity has created a powerful enough air handling plan to filter out all of the germs that my associate and I contain. I have always been terrified of airport air, airplane air, plus to the prevalence of harmful airborne germs. These nights, however, my paranoia over public indoor air extends to just about every indoor space. I suppose I shall be taking my vehicle everywhere for the foreseeable future, plus relying on my private air supply to keep me healthy.