“Oh God, what if I get kidnapped?” This was one of the many excuses I conjured up to put me off going on a MEcation for almost a year. To be honest it was more like I chickened out every time and forced someone else to go with me.
It’s ironic, for the recluse person I am the idea of travelling by myself terrified me. I couldn’t fathom the thought of entertaining myself outside the comfort of home.
But, after I had one vacation cancelled on me, an imminent one with unconfirmed dates and another which was too far away, my patience ran out!
I was temperamental and just plain antsy with anyone dare even breathe the same air I did. My tolerance for human beings was down to almost zero. I called a timeout!