Now that I’ve officially booked my hot air balloon flight, reality is setting in.
Like HOW THE HELL am I going to get to Santa Rosa at 6 am on July 3rd?
Obviously I don’t want to wake up at 2:30 am, drive 2+ hours in order to take a hot air balloon flight.
So I did the only thing I could think of. . . I booked an AirBnB for the night in the same zip code as the takeoff location.
Not only am I FLYING into the heavens untethered with nothing but an exploding bag of gas to keep me aloft. I am also going to spend the night in a stranger’s house.
I feel slightly comforted by the fact that the owners have a German Shepherd dog.
Anyone with a GSD is good peeps.
Also, they have upwards of 150+ great reviews from guests. So there’s that.
I also arranged to have dinner with my birthmom and her family the night before so BONUS! I get to see everyone and share a meal with them.
I’m totally excited.
I don’t get to see my birthmom enough.
Yes, I’m still nervous.
Yes, I’m still wondering what I’ve gotten myself into.
But listening to my friend Barbara describe how she loved her hot air balloon ride with her ex-boyfriend and how she wanted to take a ride with her mother makes me all the more determined to face my fear, swallow a few Xanax, and get the damn thing over with.
And if I happen to enjoy myself in the process – so much the better.