RiverBender Blog: It Turns Out I'm Scared of Flying
I didn’t think I was afraid to fly until I was at the airport, and then I was terrified. This Labor Day weekend, I found myself on a trip to Colorado. There will be more to come on the trip itself, but first, I had to conquer the flight there and back. The last time I stepped foot in the airport, I was 17 and invincible. Now I’m 24 and just a little more wary. I was nerved up about the flight, but even the process of getting to the airport and making it through security made me anxious. I spent 30 minutes the night before the flight looking up the rules on liquids and the security checks, at one point literally googling the phrase “how does the TSA work.” With this level of anxiety, I was legitimately quivering by the time we got to the security check. And, of course, it passed without incident. (I learned nothing from this; I was equally nervous before the security check on the flight home. But hey, at least we made it through.) Once we got through
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