I have reasons for my pre-travel PTSD
In October my wife and I will be visiting NYC for a week. You’d think that I’d be excited about the trip and the chance to see old friends, yet I’m already having many a sleepless night fraught with nightmares about this trip.
The reasons for this have been perplexing me.
Could it be that since my last visit ten years ago, and especially since the pandemic, that so much has changed in New York City that I’m afraid I’ll no longer recognize the place? Is it a fear that seeing these changes will somehow destroy my own gritty fond memories of the place?
Perhaps, this dread goes deeper to a more emotional and metaphysical level.
Maybe it’s a touch of “Harbinger Doom” that I’ve associated to my time in New York.
While I had plenty of great positive experiences from living in the New York City area, I also had some really bad mojo energy hitching along for a ride.
That soul sucking stress and emotional turmoil from working in the Advertising business.
The grinding daily commutes through the claustrophobia of the concrete canyons.
The generally crap attitudes I encountered.
All combined to start to wearing me down in a big way.
Of course it was all topped off by living through 9/11, and then a few years later, spending 12 hours trying to get home during the great blackout of 2004.
It motivated me to attempt my first escape west in 2005. However my timing and choice of city was off. I tried moving to San Francisco but found having a New Yorker attitude was way too caustic for that wavy-gravy city.
So back to New York I went after a few months, where I stuck it out for another three years until the calamity of the Great Recession of 2008 pushed my wife and I to move west to Portland, Oregon.
It was there that I thought I’d finally found a place to fit my mental space needs: Open spaces, big mountains, lots of nature and incredible beaches only a short drive away.
In terms of the upcoming flight though, maybe I’m also letting my last visit overshadow this trip.
My last NYC trip was in October, 2012.
I timed my visit to perfectly align with the arrival of Hurricane Sandy.
All of my trip’s plans for the week were literally blown to hell as 85MPH winds trapped me for three days inside my pal Joe’s home in Queens.
Two days after the storm, getting to my return flight at JFK proved to be a challenge of bus transfers around the many downed trees blocking all the streets. Thankfully the flight itself was uneventful.
Now let’s hope this Hurricane season is less worrisome and out-of-sync with my travel.
I’m guessing the other reason for my apprehension about this trip is that I no longer look upon New York City with the same eyes as when I first moved there. In fact, I no longer see most American cities with that same bright-eyed enthusiasm.
I’m a different man now. A bit more mellow, or less of a maniac, depending on who you ask…and which phase the moon is in.
Other than the offerings of museums, restaurants and the variety of cultures, the prospect of actually living in any large US metropolis gives me serious cringe. Honestly, it’s all kind of “been there, done that.”
All my time of living here in the Pacific Northwest has probably softened me up too much and transformed me back to my rural roots in Upstate NY. Both places do have a certain similarity which imparts a homey comfort to me.
Except for the six months of rain and the high number of Nazis, living in the Pacfic Northwest is just simpler and easier.
But with that said, ironically, if given the chance, I’d live in just about any European or Latin American city in a heartbeat. Most of my values have never truly aligned with American culture or politics so very little would make me uneasy about that decision.
Yep, for example, I wouldn’t have an ounce of dread over a move to Spain or Italy.
I’d just have to figure out how to do it without using air travel.
Speaking of Travel
Do you have a nightmare travel tale to tell? Tell me in the comments and if it truly is a real horror show, I’ll send you a free copy of my book of “2020 Our Nightmare Year.”
Cheers and happy flying,
Ed