I Didn’t Want to Get on This Plane, But I’m Glad I Did

Shyrah Perkins
Nov 7 · 6 min read

I often have anxiety now because I fly so much. Honestly, name a city and I’ve probably been there. It sounds lovely, I know. Jet-setting. New York, then LA, then Detroit, St. Louis, Toronto, Miami. “That’s amazing! I wish I could travel for work,” is the response I’m met with literally every time I Uber to the airport.

The thing is, I know it’s amazing. It’s dope as fuck. I get to see life. Experience other people. Try the best restaurants. Network. And the most beautiful part about it all is my job is speaking to people, sometimes…

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