Or is it me moving?

How do you feel when you’re up in the air, flying? Excited? Apprehensive? Not so sure?
It’s always a little scary for me, even though I’ve flown many times.
I don’t know:
Will the plane be on time? Will I hit bad weather? Will it land safely? DId I pack everything I need? Am I okay???

I land. I’m in Toronto! I haven’t flown in 6 years = time to feel doubly unsure.
I did it!
I get to see my children, their spouses and family, their homes.
And the reality so exceeds my imagination, much less the love I feel in their presence. I get to see a city they love from their perspective.
I get to meet two friends I’ve only known in 2 dimensional internet reality.
I feel nurtured. Safe. Comfortable.
And so glad I traveled.

Do you know that feeling?