I think the moment I felt the most alive this year would have to be when I got onto the first plane alone headed to Kentucky to see Jenn. I was so nervous that I didn’t sleep at all the night before I left. I checked and re-checked my bag a million times to make sure that I had everything. I remember feeling like I was going to throw up in the mini-van cab that I took to the airport. (Actually the damn cab didn’t help how I felt since I have been freaked out about them since watching the movie The Bone Collector lol)
Then, I was boarding the plane with my eyes squeezed tightly shut, and chewing on my gum furiously. By the time I landed in Atlanta I felt great about flying. My quick skip over to Tennessee was short and sweet. Then I was spending time with the awesome Jenn and her family that went by way too quickly.
On my way home at my layover in Atlanta I sat in one of the food courts eating my Arby’s and staring at the internet wondering why I had always felt too afraid to fly anywhere alone before. It was so not a big deal. It felt awesome to know that I can just get on a plane and go somewhere and that I will be perfectly fine. I felt free .. as though the whole world was open to me now and that I wasn’t just stuck here.