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

