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It was going to be our first empty-nester trip, after sending my stepson off to college last year. Like all travelers, we were looking forward to new experiences. We certainly got them.
We arrived at New York’s John F. Kennedy Airport one afternoon in mid-December, after a few inches of snowfall that morning. We checked ourselves and our suitcases onto a flight to Belgium and joined the snaking security line.
We didn’t see our luggage again for almost a week.
Our travel hell began with two canceled flights at JFK spurred by the chaos wrought by the snow. We were kicked off one plane idling on the tarmac at 2 a.m.; the crew announced they had timed out and could no longer fly. We witnessed a near mutiny of passengers when the airline made clear that no, we could not retrieve our luggage, and that no hotels would be provided. Direct flights to our original destination, Brussels, were booked for days. We flew the following evening to Paris in the same clothes we’d been wearing for 36 hours, and planned to make our way to our final destination by train — only to discover on landing that our bags hadn’t made it.
My husband tells me I’m more anxious than I used to be, which I put down to menopause. I was anxious as I huddled over a phone trying to rebook a flight as we sniped at each other.
It’s not just me. Meghan Beier is a clinical psychologist at the Rowan Center for Behavioral Medicine in Towson, Maryland. Beier, who works with older adults, says, “The act of travel can also be quite anxiety-inducing, especially with all of the uncertainties and unknowns.” Airports are loud, overstimulating places. “It’s a heavy cognitive load on people, period, no matter what age you are. And as you’re getting older, that can be amplified,” she says.
Travel chaos also involves a lot of troubleshooting. We went from our phones to the airline’s app and back again, trying to reschedule our journey while available flights disappeared before our eyes. Beier says people’s ability “to problem-solve quickly, attend to lots of different pieces of information — all of that tends to decline over time just naturally, for all of us.” Take it from me: It’s worse when you’re doing it at 3 a.m.
Arriving in Belgium felt like a feat. But my heart sank when I remembered my husband had packed his CPAP machine, for sleep apnea, in our missing luggage. (A CPAP machine is generally considered a medical device and doesn’t count toward a passenger’s carry-on limit.) My nerves were already jangling from exhaustion and worries over when we’d see our belongings again. Now I was waking up in the middle of the night to resounding snores that rendered my earplugs useless. Sleeplessness is not a good look for someone in their 50s. Within a day I had bags under my eyes that were almost as large as the ones we were missing. This continued until we got our luggage back, five days later.
It was not the relaxing, adults-only trip we had been looking forward to.