Not that it’s a big deal, but since this is my long-term travel blog I think it’s somewhat interesting to gauge how my travel patterns have changed over the years.
I need to meet with a key partner in New Jersey for my other business. The plan was to go last night, hold the meeting today, then return home tonight.
Routing: Burbank to San Francisco to Newark on United. A couple hours before takeoff, the Burbank to San Francisco flight posted a delay that would have results in a misconnection in SFO.
I used to live for these moments. It’s when I would make lemonade out of lemons, often finding a new route to earn more miles and score and upgrade.
Instead, I just canceled the trip.
But if I am being honest, there was another reason behind the cancellation: I had no desire to drive in the snow.
My meeting location was about an hour away from Newark Airport and I simply did not like the prospects of driving, alone, on slick, icy roads. Indeed, snow is now falling as a huge storm pummels New England but has reached as far south as Philadelphia.
I keep thinking about the helicopter crash and how I do not even want to leave my wife and son alone for a day.
Now I’ll do my best to hold the meeting by phone and travel later in the week only if absolutely necessary.
What a difference a few years makes. From the man who walked the streets of Afghanistan and Iraq to the man too concerned to drive in a snowstorm on the NJ Turnpike. I’m getting old. I’m not invincible.