I don't believe it. Really I don't. In so many different ways.
In under 2 weeks I'm going to be on an airplane heading to Germany.
I think of myself as someone who likes being prepared. Perhaps not one who has every step of the way mapped out, but one who doesn't need to worry about where I'm going to be sleeping, or how I'm going to get from one city to another.
Bought the air tickets just under a month ago. I'm flying into Nurnberg and out of Hamburg. (I was amazed that I could set up an open jaw like that by myself online. I didn't think the companies did that. I was less surprised that when I tried to use some of my frequent flyer miles, the telephone kept cutting me off -- wait for the next clone --- buzzzzzz. Probably couldn't have used them on a non-standard flight anyhow.)
I don't think of myself as a procrastinator.
I've been hoping/planning to get hotel reservations for the time I'm not spending with my sister-in-law... but...
Dang. I don't think of myself as timid or frightened. It's true I've been hanging out with folks who are a lot more ... "alpha" than I am, and it's been easier to just let them do the planning and go along than to fight -- but JEEPERS. I felt like I did the first time I wrote a check. "Am I doing this right? I sign my name here
I'd hoped to do it last weekend, but while I was quite productive, I didn't get to that.
Got home today, ate 12 of the 18 Buffalo Wild Wings I'd bought. Took notes with my plans for where I'll be when and whatever. Lost my notebook. Tore apart the house looking for it. Found under my keyboard. Realized that I was literally shaking at the idea of making my own hotel registration. I'm usually cold, but I've been having serious chills. And now I have a headache. How stupid! Ate the remaining 6 wings. Crocheted a bit more. (I *still* don't think of myself as a procrastinator.)
Finally bit the bullet and went to a website. (Thanks K!) This hotel had been described as being reasonably priced and close to the train station, and that sounded just fine to me. I figured that while I could call them, asking as nicely as I could if they spoke English, between 2 and 3 in the morning, my chances of finding someone happy were small. Especially since their web site indicates that they leave at 10pm.
Guess I'll find out tomorrow in e-mail if I have a room? I tried for a small single with shower and toilet down the hall. Was just over half the price of what would be more like what we expect in this country. (Wonder if I need to bring my own towels.)
Then I tried to get a reservation on the train from Nurnberg to Hamburg. Uh... Hamburg it didn't have any problems with, but it needed to know which of the dozens and dozens of stations that have Nurnberg in the name did I mean. I've sent off a "Help!" message to my sister-in-law.
I'm overwhelmed with just how much more helpless I'd be were it not for the web.
And I'm still not packed! Aiiiii.