The day after a flight I usually post about the flight, but I flew overnight, so yesterday felt like the same day as Saturday. Sort of.
My flight was delayed. It was supposed to take off at 9:30pm, but didn’t leave until 11:30pm. Fortunately, I knew that before going to the airport and could just hang out at home a little longer. Other people at the airport weren’t so fortunate:
The flight itself was fine. I had really worked myself up into a panic of anxiety before getting on the plane. I was sure I was going to die. But I didn’t die. My legs got a little crampy, and I didn’t sleep much, but I didn’t die. I landed in LA at 7:30am.
Yesterday was kind of a fuzzy day. I took two long naps. In the evening, we went to a vietnamese restaurant and I had some AWESOME pho. Today I’m going to go to a mall. A MALL!! I’m so excited!