The flight back home was nothing short of stress and a whole lot of anxiousness. It consisted of me walking back and forth the airport aisle, going inside the bathroom and locking myself in there to splash some water on my face, staying on my seat and desperately trying to calm myself down by counting the clouds by the window, and then repeat.
Basically, I had zero sleep.
Alexa and Aiden kept wanting to help, asking me every five minutes if I needed anything and what I was feeling, but as much as I appreciated their kind gestures and I did feel at ease during those times, all the nervousness just went back the second they were no longer there.
All the doubts, the panic, the unanswered questions riding down my brain like a snow avalanche. From a quiet and peaceful winter mountain to an
