I spent the better part of my 20s stuck in one town laboring for a company that I saw as a necessary evil in the process of advancing my job.
They were a stepping tile to a more elite part of my industry, but it still infuriated me that I didn’t have the time to go traveling.
My parents took me on a European holiday for a graduation present at the end of high college and it activated a large love of traveling in me that was hard to quelch in the following years. When my new supervisor gave to put me in a travel position, I instantaneously jumped at the opportunity. This is a good example of being careful of what one wishes for in the off opportunity that one is blessed enough to have their wishes granted. Now I loathe the mere sight of the airport, let alone the queasy feeling I get stepping onto aircrafts each time. Traveling induces more stress into my life, making me irritable when I finally get back home. While this is what I consistently wanted, now I realize that my hopes and dreams were full of delusions. The only thing that makes traveling fair are my cannabis oil pens that are straight-forward to mask as nicotine vape pens. I throw the cannabis vaporizer cartridges into the x-ray unit with my keys and cell PC. I have yet to get stopped by TSA for my cannabis oil pens, despite having done this for many years straight. I can finally prefer my marijuana when I get to my hotel room for the night.