Yesterday I took my first flight back in time. I boarded the plane in 2012 and landed in 1865 on Mackinac Island. I was hesitant to do so due to my severe fear of flying/heights, not to mention the plane that crashed a few weeks ago on its way to the island.
Anyways, I knew the plane was going to small, I just didn't realize HOW small. It was like climbing in to a sardine can, being launched in the air by a sling shot and hoping for the best. I ended up riding the plane with four kids from high school who were on their way home from some sort of sporting event and had clearly done this several times before. For them it was no big deal. For me, however, it was probably the scariest thing I have ever done. I couldn't stop shaking and/or sweating in places I didn't even know I could sweat from.
Great, surrounded by a bunch of 16 year olds who aren't even slightly bothered by this obvious death trap AND they play sports. I have never felt more like a tiny little girl.
And then came the Carriage ride back to my apartment downtown. Which to be honest was almost as scary as the flight. A horse carriage down snow and ice covered hills was really just me holding on for dear life as the carriage slid all over the road at full speed.
So after being gone for six weeks I am finally back home. It was nice seeing all my friends downstate but it's also very nice to be back in my own bed where privacy allows me to sleep in my underwear, drink coffee in my underwear and dance in my underwear. Six weeks of having to wear pants at all times can really bring a guy down.
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