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A stupid form of PTSD.
I just booked my ticket to Japan for April. I was freaking out when I was done, and had to bake cookies to calm down.
I decided to take a six AM flight with a five-hour layover, rather than a two PM one with a one-hour layover, because all through the ordering process I was having hideous flashbacks to running through Charles de Gaulle trying to find thegeekgene. Five hour layovers mean a lower likelihood of having to run and freaking myself out, so goddamnit, THAT IS WHAT I SHALL DO.
I decided to take a six AM flight with a five-hour layover, rather than a two PM one with a one-hour layover, because all through the ordering process I was having hideous flashbacks to running through Charles de Gaulle trying to find thegeekgene. Five hour layovers mean a lower likelihood of having to run and freaking myself out, so goddamnit, THAT IS WHAT I SHALL DO.
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(And I don't remember any of my flights from Nagoya ever having any problems - it just occurred to me that I have no traumatic memories of that airport! Wow, that's pretty incredible. I think I have started hyperventilating in every other airport I've ever been in, for one reason or another, but I've passed through Nagoya Centrair six times without being forced into some deranged time-sensitive Kafkaesque standoff!)