I don't know if I've really established this before. In case I haven't, let me just put it out there for the record.
I am a child.
While I may pretend to be blase about many things, inside I'm a screaming romantic, making a big deal about every stinkin' thing. The smallest of things excite me. Let me give you an example.
This weekend I boarded a plane to visit my best friend Lizzie in Texas. I've ridden planes before but this time I was all BY MAHSELF, not family.
My dad dropped me off at the curb and I'm all, "ok dad, thanks, see ya in awhile!" Completely calm and collected (or at least trying to be) because you know, this is no big deal.
This is a HUGE deal.
I just felt so grown up. There I was going to visit my married, pregnant, best friend living in another state. All I could really think was, "this is the terminal. I'm walking through the terminal. alone." "I'm going through security. I went through security without getting confused or losing my mind!" "Oh my gosh. Now I'm walking onto the plane. I'm on a plane! I'm touching the plane with my hands!"
And this, my friends, is why you should be thankful I don't have twitter.
Don't even get me started on the actual flying aspect.
"I'M FLYING!!!!" was my very mature thought process. I swear I've done this before. I took off and landed a total of 6 times in the past 4 days and it never got old. I was on a fetchin boeing 747, a giant metal contraption holding a hundred people or more and we were in the FRICKIN AIR. So cool.
Now let's see if I've mastered the picture thing yet.
Don't judge my ghetto phone for taking crappy pictures.