I’m getting on a plane tomorrow… and I am SO. FREAKING. EXCITED.
I never thought I’d be so anxious to hear those four magical words:
“Boarding is now complete.”
Just saying them out loud brings a smile to my face and a feeling of hope.
I haven’t been 30,000 feet up in the air for close to seven months.
For someone who is used to traveling every single month, these past few months have been quite the adjustment.
Not just the lack of travel, but the lack of being able to plan travel.
Not having an end date to all of this chaos and lockdown along with having to cancel so many highly anticipated trips has been hard.
I feel at home when I’m traveling. It’s a comfort that I’ve come to know and love.
Whether I’m nestled in my seat on the plane or navigating through a (what used to be) busy airport, I feel invigorated.
Tomorrow, I’ll be hoping on a short flight from Erie over to Chicago to spend LDW with one of my favorite girlfriends.
It’s much needed and long overdue.
I’m ready for a change of scenery and some in person connection (this coming from a total introvert).
I do think it will be a bit jarring to see a much slower, emptier O’Hare airport.
I expect to see much less hustle and bustle, an overall different traveling experience.
But the excitement remains.
For something I took for granted for so long, it feels nice to be able to welcome it back in to my life.