Traveling without kids

I’m a little too tired to be fully cogent, so I’ll just share a few things in sections…

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Apart from a two night trip when E was one and the four days (?) we did in Hong Kong, this past February, I haven’t flown sans Elanor in almost 3 years.  I can honestly say I’d forgotten what it was like.

Today (I guess technically yesterday if I’m on Singapore time) I got into a cab at 4am by myself after kissing the toddler and my husband goodbye (E was asleep, but apparently I ruined that as she came to our bed not a half hour later).  I checked into the airport by myself.  I got the shock of a lifetime when both my segments upgraded at check-in (I had requested a business class upgrade, but I almost never get them) by myself.  I cleared immigration, went to the lounge and then cleared security at the gate all on my own.

I don’t think traveling with kids is a nightmare.  It becomes routine after a while.  No it’s not fast, and it involves a lot of moving parts, but it’s totally doable.

What I didn’t realize, though, was HOW MUCH FASTER things move without kids.  Security?  Pop my laptop and liquid meds out… step through the metal detector, put them back in and go.  Deplaning? I don’t have to be the last person off.  Walking?  No toddler glacial pace.  Making a connection?  I had time to stop into the lounge in Tokyo and have a glass of water and a banana.

I have to admit the luxury of not needing to keep an ear/eye on my child was also heavenly.  I slept the majority of the flight to Tokyo and for about a third of the flight to Seattle.  When

I did watch a movie, I could just watch the movie.  I didn’t have to feed someone else before myself.  I only had to go to the bathroom when I wanted/needed to.

Don’t get me wrong…I miss my husband and my daughter.  I’ve already bought a guilt gift for E (shh, don’t tell her!), and have talked/skyped and chatted with Ravi already.

BUT…

Wow, this traveling without kids thing is AWESOME.

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One small hiccup.  As I was clearing immigration, I had to produce my dependent pass.  No problem…and I pulled out not just mine, but Elanor’s as well.  Which Ravi will need next Tuesday when HE flies.  Whoops.  Luckily the nice people at the United Lounge at Changi helped a forgetful mom out with an envelope and a promise to get it into the mail.

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When I got to Seattle, there was a huge headache which involved my 28 week pregnant ass hauling around my two large suitcases, a backpack and a tote because you couldn’t take luggage carts over to the car rental side of things.  In Singapore and Japan, there are carts for free everywhere on both sides of security.

SINGAPORE 1, USA 0

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I got to drive a car, go to Target, eat Panda Express (mmmm orange chicken—I once deserted Ravi on a bus in Chicago when I was pregnant with E because it went past a Panda Express and I had a sudden urge for orange chicken), shop at Barnes & Noble (bookstore) and see a friend I haven’t seen in years.

SINGAPORE 1, USA 1

Long blisteringly hot shower for as long as I wanted to stay in the shower.

SINGAPORE 1, USA 2

 

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