Every time I have been on a plane in the last year and a half I have cried. Sometimes it’s a silent cry with little drops of tears running down my cheeks and other times it’s full blown sobbing into my sleeve or makeshift plane pillow.
On my way to Colorado, it was the latter.
As soon as we took off I laid down and had a good cry. Fortunately, I had a row of seats to myself so it was less embarrassing than other plane rides where I am sure my neighboring passengers are wondering what is wrong with her.
Which is a good question - what is wrong?
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