In four short days I will be heading to Raleigh/Durham North Carolina to see my long lost friend Liz in her new element. Liz made a huge life leap and moved to NC about 4 months ago from OKC. I am jealous. And I am super excited to hang out, catch up and have her show me around her new hood.
But...I have to get on a plane to get there AND I hate to fly.
I have flown dozens of times, and have lived to tell the story, but every time a flight nears I convince myself I am going to die.
As a child I had no problem flying, as a teenager it became more of a claustrophobic thing and as I hit my 20's it escalated to an intense fear that the flight was going to kill me. Its weird, I have never had a scary plane ride, never had a family member or friend that was afraid to fly, it just happened.
But I know that to see the things in this world I want to see I must get on a plane. So I book my flights based on the google images of the type of plane, I take some pills that make me less anxious and I have a drink on the plane to put me completely out of my misery.
North Carolina, here I come.