I know it has been months since I last posted. I just couldn't find the energy to talk about my trip to DC. I think now it will be cathartic to confess. There was a lot of energy put into planning this trip. I did hours of research to find the perfect hotel, make sure I had the right clothes, got the Amtrak tickets, and made multiple lists of what we wanted to accomplish.
With my two great friends, I eagerly anticipated my first Amtrak ride. Let me say that it was great. The people on the train were fun, The scenery was beautiful. We brought cheese, wine, crackers, chocolate, fruit, and more. Everything was going along fine. I wasn't anxious on the train at all. Then......
As soon as we hit Union Station and I stepped off the train and took my first step on ground; it hit. Here came that sickening feeling. Yes, there it was, my most dreaded event when I travel. A panic attack. It broadsided me. I cannot tell you how disappointed I was. I haven't had that happen in years, and I had been travelling and making plans for future trips. Needless to say it basically ruined my trip. I don't just have one when they happen, I have a continuous stream, and then comes along the inevitable depression.
Suprisingly enough it subsided just a bit when we got on the extremely crowded Metro. We could barely squeeze on with our luggage and it was SRO although I managed to snag a seat.
Our hotel, The Palomar was amazing. I highly recommend it. It is just over the Key Bridge in Arlington. Staff was great, view was beautiful. We spent most of our time in Georgetown, because it rained most of the time we were there. We met up with some wonderful friends and visited neat Irish pub in Alexandria. Then on to a Tapas restaurant. They then took us nighttime sightseeing in DC, but at 2:00 am and after being exhausted from the anxiety, I couldn't even hold my eyes open to see. The food in Alexandria was the only decent food be had. That was a great disappointment as I am sort of a foodie.
I did make it through the trip, though they continued to come. I pushed through and I am proud of that, but it left me exhausted and unable to fully enjoy the trip. Now of course am back to maybe square two where I am very anxious about travel again. I am getting ready to go to Chicago again, and although I am excited, I am also very afraid.
I am sorry to post such a downer for my first post after being away so long. I just didn't have the heart to write. I have missed you all though. Hope your days are better.