Well, I did it.
I flew all by myself.
No husband to hold my hand and tell me where to go or the next step.
It only took me 22 years...
I'm such a wuss when it comes to serious things like this. I take after my dad.
ANXIETY
But I did it! Layover in the crazy Denver airport and everything! I even got myself a taxi when I finally arrived to Omaha.
My solo travel essentials
I cried.
Because I didn't want to leave my husband, let alone Utah.
I mean, look at that.
Stunning if you ask me.
I haven't even been here for two weeks and I can't wait to go back. Summer can't come soon enough!
I love you, Utah.
congrats on flying by yourself. I hate it too. At least you had that huge bag of muddy buddies! Now I am craving them!
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