This makes no sense to me.  The whole time I was growing up, I'd fly at least once a year to visit my grandparents.  I went on a couple school trips that required flight, and as a young adult got to attend a seminar in another state.  I loved the whole experience from start to finish.  Even when security went sky-high after 9/11 I loved being in airports and flying.

Due to time and budget issues, I wasn't able to travel anywhere for several years.  When a friend invited me to spend Christmas with her halfway across the country, I leapt at the chance.

Getting ready to go, everything felt normal.  I was excited and happy, sailed through security with no issues, was doing great...until the plane took off.

Somehow between my last flight in my early 20s and this one, I developed a distinct tendancy to become airsick!  What???  So rather than enjoy the view from my window or sit back and read, I spent the entire 3 hour flight grinding my teeth and trying to ignore my queasy gut.  And no, it was not a fluke; I was just as miserable coming home.

Oh well.  A little nausea isn't going to keep me landbound!
MossAgate MossAgate
31-35, F
Jul 13, 2010