Halfway through the week now and a little over for me since tomorrow is my Friday. I’m writing to-do lists and tonight I’ll start packing for my trip. It’s just a weekend trip so it won’t take much, thank god, since I’m already freaking out enough as it is. I haven’t flown since I was a kid and though planes don’t scare me, airports do.
They are enormous and confusing places with rules and ways I don’t understand I am worried most about getting lost, taking too long to get through security, and missing my flight. I’m afraid of looking stupid in there.
Still, I’m excited and there is a big part of me that is not only looking forward to the experience but is also confident that I will get through it all just fine.