I have a trip coming up for a week or two, nothing major, just a wedding in Spain, and a trip back to the UK, and I can't help feeling a sense of anxiety, even though I'll be seeing my best friend again for the first time in almost a decade.
It's a kind of low-grade fear almost. I think I'm more afraid of dying now or something.
Maybe it's because I'm older now, maybe it's because I haven't been abroad for 7 years, and have settled into a kind of low-stress routine. Maybe it's just low T or age, maybe it's constantly reading about stabbings and crime and what a shithole the UK is now - maybe all of the above?
The funny thing is, in my 20s, I was back and forth to London and Moscow probably 4 times a year, my friends and I would take trips to Europe and other places, and I was always traveling. Shit, I first went to Moscow at age 19, pre-smartphones, pre-map navigation, no fear (and 2004 Russia was nothing like a pedestrian EU country!). Hailing cabs on the street every day and haggling the lowest price, taking 15-hour train rides, and getting drunk with random Russians in the restaurant cart, hitting the bars and clubs every weekend, floating around the streets at 4am - you name it, I was probably doing it.
I was absolutely fearless back then, and now look at me!
One thing that changed was having a kid, I remember my first flight after my daughter was born, and I felt a new pang of fear on the plane, something that was never there before. A kind of thought like, if this plane goes down, what will happen to my daughter?
Frankly, it kind of sucks.
Not that I will let it stop me, of course, but I do miss the brave young man I used to be sometimes.