If I'm on the move, best avoid me like the plague
I love travelling. In my ideal life I would probably spend two weeks each month out of Ireland. I will follow the sun at every opportunity. Once I arrive at the departure gate with a coffee in my hand and Bruce Springsteen and the Sessions Band Live in Dublin in my ears, I am truly relaxed and happy. I set my watch to the destination time, leave my phone on Irish, and put my nose into a book.
I do not suffer from any travel anxiety. I do suffer from pre-travel anxiety and for the previous week I am a basket case; snappy, bad company and downright cranky. I know it. People who know me know it. But I have not yet solved it. My brain goes on holidays.
I once arrived at a Toronto check-in to be greeted with "You are very early, Sir". And I was - a whole day early. This was extreme, even for me. I will always be about three hours early.