Getting on a plane to Houston tomorrow.
I was supposed to just drive myself, but for some reason my parents got all worried because my grandparents said it wasn’t a good idea for me to drive alone…
“People get kidnapped! Think about what happened to that one girl…”
It was completely irrational, because it would be in the middle of the day and I wouldn’t even be getting out of my car. Never mind my sister drives the 4 hours to Alabama all the time. “But it’s different. Dangerous traffic!!” But I’m an adult and this should be my decision.
Then I got paranoid and then upset because I wanted to do the right thing…even though I didn’t know what that was. Cue anxiety attack. Overthought overload.
So now I’ve got a plane ticket. My dad said he didn’t mind paying for it and I have rides to and from the airport.
I still feel weird about it. I’m always like this. I hate making these kinds of decisions because all I ever want is to do the right thing and make my parents happy. It’s this ridiculous fucking instinct to be “good” in their eyes and make up for all the shit I’ve put them through. I’ve done it my whole life. It drives me crazy and makes me upset and confused but that’s what it is.
So let’s hope this was the right decision and tomorrow is a smooth, happy day where I’ll wake up feeling better, take an hour long flight to Houston, and finally see my boyfriend. That last part is all that matters now, right? Squeeeeee!