On my way

I'm off to a conference this afternoon. I'm having the usual pre-travel jitters: how early do I need to be there? Is the conference really this weekend? Really in Nashville? (Somehow I keep thinking maybe it's in Memphis and I've bought the wrong tickets. I haven't.) Will my paper go all right? Will anyone be there to hear it?

Am I really this needy a traveler? I look at my ziploc bag full of liquids and gels. Is mascara a gel? And why is my little bag so full? How many hair products do I need for four days, anyway? (Don't answer that, especially if you see me every day...)

I try to relax. I remember that I like to travel alone.

I like to travel alone. And I like coming home, too.