My Anxiety: Super High & About to Fly

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I should be showering right now. And finishing packing.

But instead, I am here. Writing this down.

I’ve looked forward to this day for over a year.

The day I finally get to fly back home to Florida and see my family and best friends.

I watched, as the rest of the country did, when Florida reopened too soon. When COVID cases spiked again and the disease ran rampant.

I worried about my elderly grandmother (whom I adore) living in a retirement community, at-risk and living on her own. My cousin, aunt, and uncle have been so wonderful, not just taking care of her and loving her (as they always do), but going above and beyond to ensure her health and safety.

I worried for my parents, in their 70s and fully capable, but still older and at risk of the deadly virus.

I missed the absolute hell out of my best friend, who I haven’t seen in over 2 years.

I haven’t flown back home since the birth of her 3rd child! We’d planned to meet up again in 2020…but well, we all know how 2020 went.

I cannot squash the anxiety.

The day I scheduled my second shot, I added two weeks and looked at the calendar to see when I…