SCARIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE

Hi there! I know it’s been a minute since I’ve written a post, but since Halloween was yesterday and I have a spooky experience to share, I figured now was a good time to get back to it. 

What was your first time flying like? What was your first time flying alone like? I recently became able to answer that question since I hopped on a plane and flew to Texas by myself. I know what you’re thinking, “It’s just a plane! It’s so easy!” and yes, I can say that now, but having never gone on one by myself AND only having gone to Texas once with my dad (hi dad)...I was nervous. Then, add in my lovely anxiety and you get thoroughly spooked.   

I found out I was going on this adventure around over a month before so I had time to prepare. Being the worrier that I am, I had plenty of questions for my parents and friends who have flown before. 

How early should I get there? 

How small should my carry-on be? 

Can I bring this on a plane? 

Do I need my I.D. for boarding? 

Am I going to sit next to someone? 

How do I get my seat? 

Can I bring food on a plane? 

Do I have to take my Nintendo Switch out for security? (Very important question) 

Are you sure you got the right dates? 

How will I get to my hotel? 

Bag Check? Check-in? Baggage Claim? What if I get lost? 

These were only SOME of the questions that I repeatedly asked people. If I was going to conquer this plane, I was going to do it knowing exactly what to do for each situation. I was going to kick this planes ass. Not literally. 

The day before I had packed all of my merch into my suitcase and laid out comfortable clothes. The time felt like it was flying by and I couldn’t quite grasp any moment of the day since I was too busy thinking about everything that could go wrong the next day. I barely ate dinner and couldn’t sleep despite needing it since I was going to wake up at 4am to get on a plane for four hours. Then before I knew it it was time to get up and drive to the airport, and man did I crush it up until the landing when I got very lost. 

To give you a long story short: The security line went by very quickly but I didn’t place my feet correctly so they had me go through the scanner again, then I got to the boarding area with 20 minutes to wait and overheard a crazy conversation between a married couple (just go to therapy with him, Stacy. That’s all he wants.), boarded the plane fine and watched The Dragon Prince on Netflix until I landed, drank orange juice that had ice in it, couldn’t throw away said orange juice because the flight attendant kept walking by so fast, and finally got off the plane fine and got my bag no problem. 

THEN, the terror began. I called my hotel who had a free shuttle service and was instructed to go to a specific spot (number 34) in the airport underground where I would be picked up. Not even thinking about the creepy underground part, I marched myself down the steps to where I assumed my pick up number location would be. It wasn’t there. In fact, there was no such area that existed. So, I went to the number over and waited...and waited...and waited. Eventually I got a call saying they only have one bus and it broke down so I would have to Uber to the hotel. I understood because they can’t predict when a bus is going to just shut down, so I hung up and began looking for the pick up area for Ubers. None of the signs really pointed me in a direction so I was stuck wandering for a little bit until I got to “Limo Pick Up” where I saw people climbing into all sorts of cars. I had never called an Uber before but luckily it all went smoothly and the nice man drove me to my hotel where they paid me back for my Uber and kept the free breakfast open a little longer for me. (It was only 9:30. I got cereal.) After my breakfast, I got to my room and slept until 3:00. The private show went wonderfully and I slept like a log and then the next day I got to do it all over again but this time going home. I almost missed my connection flight which sent me into an anxiety attack as I was running through the airport, BUT I DID IT! I CONQUERED THE PLANE. I faced my fears and crushed it. Anxiety is a big monster but I still managed to get through it and I was pretty proud of myself for not letting it get to me. October sure had its spooky moments, but I got through them just fine. I wonder what November will bring?

4 comments

  • David McCarthy

    David McCarthy

    Great experience. So many scary things can be conquered just because there is no alternative. You'll keep finding strengths you didn't know you had.

    Great experience. So many scary things can be conquered just because there is no alternative. You'll keep finding strengths you didn't know you had.

  • Tammy

    Tammy My room

    Congrats on your first (of many) successful solo traveling adventures! I went thru similar anxiety when I traveled/flew for the first time after 9/11 and all of the new security measures had been put in place. I still usually manage to forget to empty my water bottle before going thru security.

    Congrats on your first (of many) successful solo traveling adventures! I went thru similar anxiety when I traveled/flew for the first time after 9/11 and all of the new security measures had been put in place. I still usually manage to forget to empty my water bottle before going thru security.

  • Grammy

    Grammy Florida

    So proud of you!! You did great and wrote a fabulous story!!!!!

    So proud of you!! You did great and wrote a fabulous story!!!!!

  • Dave

    Dave Mass.

    Well so you asked for our events. When I was 21 I left the NYC suburbs for a job in Peoria. What a culture shock. Still, there was a serial killer loose in NY at that time so there were some aspects that I didn't regret leaving. And I found people in the small Illinois towns waving to me as I drove around, even with my NY plates.

    Well so you asked for our events. When I was 21 I left the NYC suburbs for a job in Peoria. What a culture shock. Still, there was a serial killer loose in NY at that time so there were some aspects that I didn't regret leaving. And I found people in the small Illinois towns waving to me as I drove around, even with my NY plates.

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