Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Some things I know about myself:

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Planes - I HATE FLYING. Since the very first time I flew on an airplane, I was not a fan. As a child I would get violently ill upon landing. As an adult, Stephen and I both have a well developed phobia of flying after a terrifying aborted ground landing. In August of 2007, we already had a couple of wheels on the ground when our plane began thrashing left to right. People on board were screaming and crying. After a few seconds of trying to regain control, the pilot pulled up and we went back into the air. After circling back in a SILENT plane, the next landing went fine. Ever since that experience, Stephen and I both HATE it!

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Trains - Anyone who has ever been to San Marcos, knows that trains are just part of the landscape in that city. There are multiple tracks that are always busy. Before going to college, I never really paid attention to trains. After a year in college, I knew to plan for a train whenever I went around town. It was about this time that I began getting nauseous when I watched the trains go by. 4 years later, and I still get queasy when I am waiting on a train to pass. I know it's not the trains themselves that make my stomach uneasy, but my eyes move slightly independently and struggle to focus on anything besides the train cars passing by. It takes a genuine effort to keep my eyes from crossing and my stomach from unloading. At my current job, I cross a railroad track daily. Even though I only encounter a train about once every couple of weeks here, I still put down my sun visor and close my eyes when I'm stuck waiting on one.

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Automobiles - I'm really fortunate my current job only has me making about a 10 minute commute on city roads. The speed limit the whole way is between 40-45 and the most exciting thing to ever happen on this route is catching a few red lights or getting stopped behind a train. Whenever Stephen and I travel, he always drives without question because I prefer reading and playing navigator. Stephen is a much more seasoned driver as he makes a 70 mile round trip commute to work daily. He also works in the big city! Last week I met up with some girls from college in The Heights. By the time I navigated the overcrowded and curvy Houston roads, I was a complete nervous wreck. Hands shaking, it took me about 30 minutes to calm down. I've become so used to driving on the small town roads, that I've lost all confidence in myself outside of the city limits.

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So what does this all mean...

For someone who travels so much, I'm either incredibly stupid or a total masochist!