That will be me. On Thursday. Alone. I’ll fly all alone. I’m not a minor. So I won’t have to wear a wrist band. But I’ve never done this before. Flown alone. I’ve gone without parents. But I’ve always had a friend along.
I may sound like a chicken. I’m sure there are ten year old kids who have flown alone. I don’t really care. I’m kind of nervous. There’s a lay over. At a major airport. In a big city. And I’ll have to work my way through the terminals to catch my connecting, and thankfully, final flight.
I’m a visual. So tonight, I’ll have to look up a map of the air port. I kid you not. I am like the special needs people I have worked with in the past – the ones that need picture diagrams of activities before they will even perform them. That’s me. Before I even get the airport, I have to know what it looks like. The floor plan. The route I need to take from one terminal to the next. I’m going over prepared. Printing my e-tickets in advance. Ensuring my boarding passes are ready for me to board.
I’m a big girl. I can do this. I’ll make it to my destination just fine. On the way home, I’ll be accompanied by an adult. A seasoned vet at flying. But on my way out, I’ll be ridin’ solo.
I ask. You answer.
- Am I baby for never having flown alone?
- Is flying alone as scary as I make it out to be?
- What is your funniest airport/airplane story?
- What is your most freaky airport/airplane story?
- What fears of flying do you have? Silly and serious.