Two years down

It’s been two years since I earned my wings. Two years of take-offs and landings, short overnights, bad hotel beds, great hotel beds, early sign-ins, red-eye flights. Two years of packing a suitcase in the morning and not knowing where I’d sleep that night. Two years of new cities and old friends, street food and Michelin star restaurants. I’ve made friends and lost family members these last two years. I’ve reconnected with old acquaintances and found roommates. These past two years have been such a thrilling, crazy, wild, sometimes boring and tedious and annoying, adventure.

This job is the definition of nothing tying you down. You never have your feet on the ground. You fly around the world and see things, literally, at angles no one else gets to see. But in today’s world, what I would give to have a tether holding me down. To have some sense of security and knowledge that when this extraordinary time in our lives passes, I’ll be able to untie that tether and fly again.

Things are changing so rapidly these days, it’s hard to keep up. It’s difficult to know what’s accurate and what’s out of date. But the one thing I know in my heart of hearts, I know in the deepest corner of my soul, is I have the best job in the world. And I can’t wait to be back working an oversold flight full of passengers taking them home, or on vacation, or to school, or to see their family. I can’t wait to share connections with strangers again. I can’t wait to see full airports. Mostly, I can’t wait to fly above the world floating through the clouds chasing sunsets in each corner of the world.