MUSINGS
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MUSINGS •
Airplane Thoughts
A brain dump from the 27th row of an airplane.
On Sunday, June 14, 2025 (Father’s Day), I flew home from San Diego. I had work the next morning at a new job but I could not miss my baby cousin graduating from my alma mater. Filled with feelings of love, nostalgia, anxiety, and exhaustion, the sweetest flight attendant passed a pen and these postcards for me to journal. I also wrote on a Nausea Bag - ironically about nausea and how it manifests from my chronic and crippling anxiety. Enjoy! :)
