As I stepped foot on the boarding ramp to board the flight that would take me from Tennessee to Colorado taxied down the runaway, my eyes welled up with tears. When the plane pulled away from the gate, the tears began to flow. How in the world did I end up on a plane by myself? What if the plane crashes? I’m not ready to die!
The sweet elderly woman next to me noticed my distress and struck up a conversation with me until I was finally able to regain my composure. The rest of the flight was uneventful, despite the moderate turbulence throughout a majority of the trip, thanks to the anti-anxiety medication my doctor prescribed me finally kicking in… I’m pretty sure the plane could have been crashing and I would not have noticed. Thankfully, it did not, and I landed safely in Denver at 2:30 local time.
Upon my arrival, my friend from camp was waiting to pick me up! Christina (also affectionately known as “Squeaks” in the camp world) and her family live in Colorado Springs and were gracious enough to host me for my time there. I couldn’t wait to see Squeaks again! I had so much fun working with her last summer, so I knew we’d have so much fun in Colorado. We spent the rest of that afternoon exploring Denver.