This morning I had an 8:30 am flight. As always, I pack at the last minute, finish up my chores at home at the last minute, and hope I make it out the door with everything I need. Someone, please remind me not to book a morning flight in the middle of the week, during week 5 of the semester, and a pandemic! This shit had my anxiety at an all-time high but I thought I could pull it off, and, I did, I hope. Less than 5 minutes from my house anxiety came over me like a tidal wave and I thought, “I feel like I forgot something.” I swear any time I travel this thought crosses my mind as I begin to leave my house. Yet, each time I tuck that anxiety down by saying, “Whatever you don’t have, oh well, or just buy it when you get there.”…