Back in Frankfurt, back at Maritim

After another normal workday, my doorbell rang - Gigi and José arrived. They came from Goslar to pick up Aluna. She would stay with them for the next week whilst I would snorkel in Egypt. Damn, I was nervous again. I hate travelling, somehow. As you might think, that's bad for a travel agent - well, it is. But honestly, I'm just so nervous, because Aluna won't be with me for the trip. I know that Gigi will look after her just fine, but somehow it always feels like I'm abandoning her for no reason and I'm a bad dog mom. Maybe that thinking comes more from my Mum, as she's always telling me so. But another problem that I've got, is that I'm quite afraid of planes these days. Another bad thing for a travel agent, I know. But I just always feel stuck on them. Your 33k feet above sea level, crammed in a metal box full with strangers with no escape. As much as I hate the inconsistency of the Deutsche Bahn... At least I know if something happens, I could still smash the window, jump out the wagon and hopefully survive. But doing that kilometres above the Earth - not a smart move...
I think that this fear first appeared on my flight to Australia. Well, it was the longest flight(s) of my life, I had multiple bad experiences with Australia and I missed my home for the first time in a very long time, like extremely. And since then, it just got worse with each flight. But I think it's only because I could die and leave Aluna behind and never see her again. Yes, I could lose her. And I can't handle that. So, I'm actually just scared to lose her and this fear is most present in the moments I least have control over...
Enough of that self-therapy via writing now.

So, Gigi and José brought half my flat into their car (as Aluna usually moves with lots of luggage) while I nervously finished up everything. Then, we hopped onto the car and off we went. They dropped me off at the train station half an hour later and I had to stop water falling out of my eyes. I don't want Aluna to cry, and she usually cries more when she knows I don't want to go. So, I hugged them all for the goodbyes, they wished me farewell and I turned my back on my puppy.
The train was actually punctual for a change, but it changed quickly when we had to wait 30min for another crew to come from a 90min delayed train. Just DB things.
Luckily, I didn't have to be on time, so I just chilled and watched some more YouTube videos about F1.
After 2,5hrs, the train arrived at Frankfurt main station. I put on my music and started my usual (I already did that twice) walk towards the Frankfurt Maritim. My dad has booked me yet another hotel room for my stopover before my flight tomorrow.
It was kinda weird to be back in Frankfurt, walking along the streets that I've walked in a year before so many times during my New Hire Training and when I had a pre-night before Australia. I still despise this city and I didn't feel comfortable at all walking at 9pm in the main station district by myself. But I couldn't bother with paying for a taxi. 10€ for a 6min drive (15min by foot) is a scam!
I arrived safe and sound at the beloved Maritim, checked in and asked for a lunch package for the next day, as I had to leave before breakfast would start the next morning. They'd ask the kitchen. Well, we'll see how that turns out tomorrow then.
Now, I was just very happy to see my hotel room having a water boiler and a very cool view out the window. So I relaxed down to one of my precious teas and watched some Ferrari C2 Challenges to calm down, before going to bed.Okumaya devam et