The good news is that I am going to visit Wilna in Canada. This is fantastic because I love both Wilna and Canada. The bad news is, I am flying alone. I mean, not completely alone. I'm sure there will be plenty of total strangers on the plane with me. By alone, I mean that Jeff is not going with me. Which is a problem for me because since I've been married I've become more and more convinced that Jeff is the reason the plane stays in the air.
I've talked before about my fear of flying. It's not just one fear. It's an entire list of fears. I'm not a fan of the idea of the plane crashing. But I'm more afraid of navigating the airport than anything else. I plan on using the same method as last time: pretending I'm a child flying alone so that an airport employee will let me pass by the lines and walk me to my gate.
