My 2 best friends (both more than 25 years) and I travel to HI no less than twice a year together, sometimes three times, depending on other factors. Our last trip was Feb 2020. We’ve all 3 been safer at home, in our own homes, and we haven’t been together since February.
Earlier this week I got to thinking about a trip to HI…what about February 2021? Travel and other things should be more manageable by then, right? Would they want to travel then? Could we go to two islands (we island hop as we are usually there about 2 weeks)? Which would it be? Reviewed airfare…as low as it’s been anytime in the last 12 years, our favorite place in Maui is available…All sorts of exciting questions, and thoughts.
I contacted both, and yes, they’re interested! Maui and Big Island is the consensus. Hooray!
So I start putting together a list, and my fully detailed Excel spreadsheet (I am the queen of Excel spreadsheets, especially for travel!)…and then it hits. Seriously hits. HARD! A panic attack the likes of which I’ve never had before. I literally begin to shake and cry. I can hardly move. My chest is tight, I feel dizzy. I feel faint. I slowly make my way to the couch and sit quietly, collecting myself. I do some slow breathing meditation and pull myself together. And then my own questions start flooding my brain…and the clarity hits…again, harder than I could have ever imagined. No way am “I” ready to do a group trip. In 6 months the closest I’ve been to either of these two (or any one really) is Zoom! There’s no way that “I’m” prepared to share car rides, a home, bathrooms, a kitchen…etc, etc, etc. Not even with my long-term best friends and the best travel mates one could imagine. We’ve had the most fantastic adventures together, and I expect we will again. But I can’t do it…not even 4-5 months from now. At least I can’t begin the planning now. Maybe in a month or two. Maybe once my office reopens and that part of my life is back to “normal” and I see for myself that being around others for more than a few moments (grocery store, the bank) is fine, and we’re all fine. But we’re not even thinking to open until 2021! I call my friends and apologize. They understand. We will do the trip when we’re “all” ready.
I am beyond heartbroken. I am not prone to panic. I am a pretty level-headed person. This was a shock to me. I didn’t even realize how affected I’ve been by the safer at home, work from home, story. Now, somehow, I need to work my way out of the story. I do wonder how long that will take. An interesting thing to note is I did travel in early June, by plane, to visit and spend a week with my adult daughter. I had zero trepidation. I took precautions (especially at the airport and on the plane!), and we really only spent time together going on fabulous long drives, cooked and did art together. I’m trying to uncover why that was a different reaction. I imagine my current feelings are a form of overwhelming grief.
I guess the purpose of my posting my experience is to share with those of you who may or may not have some travel plans you’d like to put together is to just be aware of how you’re feeling. Give yourself time. We’ve all been shell shocked.
Thanks for letting me share.