Last year around this time, I was traveling quite a bit between Los Angeles and Austin. My family made several trips exploring Austin, trying to figure out if this was the city for us. Eventually, we made a few house hunting trips. Finally, once we had officially moved, we flew back to Los Angeles on last time for my cousin’s wedding.
I get very nervous when I fly. It’s not a fear of crashing, but more of a claustrophobia driven anxiety. I mean, what happens if I have to get off the plane? I don’t know why I would need to, but the fact that I CANT get off and I’m TRAPPED up there is enough to send me off the deep end.
Luckily, I’ve found that taking photos out the window calms me. It focuses my mind on something other than my discomfort.