I've never made a secret of the fact that I appear to have a dark cloud of bad travel karma hanging over me.
Whatever can happen, usually does. My flight is delayed. I get pulled for extra screening. My kid goes beserk over the thought of getting back on that plane. I have gun powder residue on my hands and get swabbed. My shoe breaks. I miss my connection. My luggage is lost. My ID is lost.
Oh, hey, yeah. I forgot to tell you about that. When I was traveling back home from the trip to see my dad, I realized - on the way to the airport, naturally, because that's EXACTLY how I roll - that I didn't have my ID. We pulled over on the side of the Texas highway - in the broiling heat - and I frantically unpacked the suitcase and all four carry ons as well as my purse about 495673920 times.
You haven't LIVED until your dad tosses your undies out of the suitcase on the side of the road, I'm telling you what. Embarrassment has no place when you are already crying.
That ID never appeared. The best I can determine, I think I left it in the security checkpoint when I first began the trip - I had some difficulty with my youngest and so I was distracted. TSA was especially helpful and very kind and aside from a bit of confusion over why I'd be traveling with a big container of soy butter - and I told them to throw it away but they finally classified it as a medical supply and let me go with it - and the fact that my business card had my picture on it totally saved me - and the fascination over what, exactly, is a blogger and what kind of work does a Program Manager for BlogHer do.....
But I got home. In one piece. Just like always. So the travel karma is distressing and inconvenient but ultimately, it always gives me something to write about. Which is totally what my dad said when he was driving us to the airport and I was furtively wiping my eyes.
I was not amused. I probably need a better sense of humor, eh?
So. I'm traveling for the BlogHer '14 conference this week - and I've replaced my ID, thanks be - so who wants to take a stab at what my next bout of travel karma shall be?
This is the tenth anniversary of the BlogHer conference, and my ninth in attendance. I think back on who I was ten years ago, and where I am now. I have never hit it big, like I was convinced I would, that first year. I thought all you had to do was pass out those business cards and BOOM. Everyone would flock to see what an AMAZING writer I was and Bob's Your Uncle, I'd be famous.
(I really do have an Uncle Bob. So do my kids. Isn't that weird??)
The me of ten years ago was so, so naive. (And? She had so much more energy. Although she wasn't a very good writer - I'm hopeful that I'm at least a little bit better now....)
I've made some very good friends, though - both online and in my daily life. Women - and men - that I consider myself fortunate to know. I've had experiences that I could never have imagined - taken trips I would have never dreamed of -
I mean, Harley-Davidson camp? For real??
I work much of the conference, so my experience now is vastly different than that of nine years ago. I hope that I help others have a good conference, hope I make a good impression on those who matter, and do my job with patience and understanding and fortitude.
And that I have good travel karma. Or at least don't lose my ID.