It was my first flight since Paris, since my stint in the dark loud room (@itswilwheaton's description of anxiety and depression). It was quick, forty short minutes from Newark to Boston, but I did so well. Not just for the absence of the anxiety that had plagued me on the transcontinental flights but also for the rekindling of my wanderlust. After seven months, I was ready and longing to travel again ✈ #SakuDoesBoston
