Went back home for the holidays. Love being home, hate how I got here. I do not enjoy flying. 50,000 feet in the air, riding the updrafts in a sardine can is not my ideal situation. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of flying… It’s the possibility of suddenly falling I have issues with.

Thankfully one of my closest confidants assured me that my plane would not fall from the sky. I’m sure my anxiety was not exactly pleasant the entire drive to the airport. Good thing she’s a trooper. Thanks again for the reassurance.

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