10:25
Considering that my mother would probably disown me if I wouldn't come back home for the most important festivity of capitalism and consumerism after Black Friday, I decided it would probably not be that bad of an idea to get on a plane to visit her (oh, and the rest of my family of course, easy to forget when you're fearing for your life).
10:30
I must say I'm quite proud of myself for managing to find an available seat at a coffee shop that isn't Starbucks. While my brain is thinking of every possible thing that could go wrong, I'm sipping on a cup of black coffee that has 'Annica' written on it. Oh well. Close enough.
With every sip I take, I realize how bad of an idea it probably was to fuel my nervousness, but what the hell, at least I made it through security (of course I was stopped. I can't blame them though, I do look quite suspicious with my beautiful dark bags. And I'm not talking about my hand luggage.). It actually resulted in me having a lovely chat with one of the security ladies, talking about how we're both giving bodyshop products to our mothers for Christmas (yes, that's why they stopped me) and then I wished her a lovely Christmas when she waved "sweetie" goodbye.
10:40
I'm constantly looking up to the screen that's supposed to take some of my worries away and tell me which gate to go to. Of course it won't show until 11:10. And of course I am going to forget to check it in time, ending up running to my gate like a mother overwhelmed with her six children, who just won't shut up, and definitely not going to be quiet on the plane. Oh, and did I mention that the toilets are all overloaded as well? At least I didn't forget to bring my headphones, God knows how I'd survive this trip then.
Alright, enough of all of that non-sense. I know that my fear of flying is totally irrational, just a reaction from my body, telling me that humans aren't supposed to be this high up in the air. I get it brain, I get it, but hey, statistically speaking, I should've died in a car or train crash by now. So screw it, everything will be fine, as long as the dream I had last night wasn't a prophecy. Well, at least I'll have a white Christmas then.
Talk to you all soon (if I survive this flight) x
