anxiety

Never in my life have I coveted vegetables. Never have I stared longingly at a plate of scrambled eggs. Never before have…

It’s been a while, huh? When I started this blog last year, my intent was to write weekly, but after our European…

The last few weeks have been a little nuts. The presidential election took an unexpected turn; my parents were out of town…

As we dove deep into planning our six week European adventure, we talked about all the places we were interested in visiting — for me, Paris is always at the top of the list but not so much for Justin. At the top of his list was London. London is a beautiful city, with a rich (and bloody!) history, full of people who speak English and a theatre scene that can’t be missed. Yet, every time I hear the name of the city, my heart starts to race in a panicky way and my mouth goes a little dry. I haven’t been to London in over a decade, but the last time I went was also one of the worst travel experiences of my life.

I’m an anxious person. Always have been. As a kid, I would stress out over things like talking on the phone (even…