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I can't get my foot to stop tapping. I let out a deep breathe, my anxiety rising. I thought I was nervous before my flight. But now that I've touched down, everything has spiked to an eleven.
I'm glad I was able to book a business class flight. Most of the other flights I tried to book were all full. I mean, I could have rented a private jet but that would have felt a bit pretentious.
I lean back on the headrest as the plane shakes under me. We're taxiing down the runway, just pulling up to the gate. I look out the window at the tarmac, biting my fist, trying to calm my pounding heart.
I've been waiting for this for weeks, anticipating, preparing.
And I'm still not ready. Is this something you could ever be ready for? I can't stop fidgeting, foot tapping, rocking and all
