What am I at? 20,000 feet? 30,000? The plane is tiny so I'm not sure. Flying used to fill me with anxiety, for a while even necessitating a prescription for generic Xanax, but now I mostly find it soothing. The soaring. The skies that are always such a deep and bright blue they look digitally retouched. As long as the turbulence isn't too bad, and even then I've studied up on it enough that it doesn't REALLY scare me, no matter what my sweating plans would suggest other wise, I actually spend most flights in a deep sleep. The end effect is that I feel like I've teleported to my destination.
It's lovely.
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