Off to Santa Fe tomorrow morning. I'm not nervous, exactly, but it occurs to me that there's a number of things on this trip I'll be doing for the first time.
I've never been to Santa Fe.
I'll be renting a car at the airport - I've never done that. On previous trips when I was by myself, I either couldn't drive and had to arrange alternate transportation, or was going somewhere that alternate transportation was easier than renting a car and having to look after it for the duration.
I don't know anybody at my destination, not even to the extent of having professional contact.
It's not a professional convention, or a fan convention. It's a professional convention to which I'm going as a fan.
And I'm not obsessively making lists and double checking them and trying to get everything packed the night before. Damon is driving me to the airport, we don't leave until ten - if I forget something, I'll forget something, but I bet I don't.
I've been traveling since before I can remember. When did I hit "mellow?"
Is 52 the age when mellow kicks in?
It also pleases me that I have done things for the first time often enough before that when it's time to do new things again, I'm not stressed about it. I know how to do new things. It's not a big deal.
I hope I'm still doing new things when I'm 104. Because if I'm not, being 104 won't be any fun.
The laptop I have doesn't turn on reliably so I'm not bothering to take it, so I won't be logging on till I get home next Sunday, or the day after. See y'all around.
Or, if you happen to be in Santa Fe, track me down at the PaleoAmerican Odyssey Conference. Unless you're that damn stalker, of course. I'll be wearing either something with variations on cave art or a "save the woolly mammoth" t-shirt.
Because I'm going as a fan and there's no need to hide it.
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