I don't know if I'm excited or going to throw up!
I'm being pulled in 2 very different extremes.
1) I'm terrified of heights. I do not like to be off the ground, I like to be touching it in some form. That's why roller coasters are ok, but planes are not. My hypochondria is also bothering me and anxiety is giving me random body pains, as if trying to give me a reason not to go. I'm incredibly nervous about what would happen if I had some health complication. It's driving me insane! Plus there's airport security and what if I get airsick and so many other worries.
2) Yet, I get to see Connor. After 2 and a half months, I will once again get to see my boyfriend in the flesh. I will get to hold him and lay next to him and enjoy his company for 10 days. We've been making plans and have fun things lined up. Katie is also coming with me, so she can hold my hand on the plane and talk to calm me down. We will get to do fun things when Connor is at work and she's so understanding and is very adamant about giving the two of us alone time. Being there with my boyfriend and my best friend is going to be a dream!
I know I'm going and I need to get it through my head that 2 and a half hours on a plane is the same as sitting for 2 and a half hours in my apartment. I have been just fine for the last couple months and there will be no complications except for mental worries. And it will all be so very worth it!
Here's hoping happy travels.
deep_frost Community Member 
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