Tomorrow morning I'll be flying to L.A. with a short stop in Denver. This will be my first solo trip. I've never gone anywhere alone . . . well, I mean I've never traveled this far alone. I'm not really nervous. It's just a strange feeling. No one to talk to. No one to look out the window with. No one to experience it with. It's just strange for me. And then my son asked for the flight info so if he "heard about a plane crash on the news" he'd know whether or not it was my plane. How comforting.