Fear of flying

This evening I head off to the airport for the first leg of my journey home. I'll be at home for just under a month so expect very very light blogging due to dial-up connection and a lot less internet time in general. I'm really looking forward to seeing family and friends but first I have to get through the flights. I hate flying. Hate it. I used to be okay with it but then I had a horrible 24hr (in two-legs) flight from the UK to Australia and I think that that really put me off. It seems silly for someone who flies as much as I do but I dread every take-off. For some reason I'm a lot better with short-hop flights but the long 'uns freak me right out. My stomach gets knotty, my hands sweaty and I never ever relax enough to watch the movie or really concentrate on a book.
So I'm all packed and ready now and just waiting for LJ to get off work and then we'll head out to the airport. I'm going to miss him lots. Lots and lots. Sniff.