yesterday, i boarded a plane in dallas.
“stop being so creepy!" my boss exclaimed as i took a picture of some stowed luggage.
“i’m not being creepy, look at this precious luggage tag!" i forced while showing her a picture of the pilot’s bag.
we continued to board the plane feeling good about the pilot in charge— i felt so good about it, i tweeted American Airlines to express my happiness.
two hours later & a flight with some minor turbulence, we safely landed in indianapolis to the news of Malaysia flight #17.
if you don’t think i was saying my “thank you’s” for getting to point A to B with no complication, you’d be very very wrong.
over the years, my feelings on flying have changed.
it used to be such an enjoyable experience—i remember my first flight, sitting toward the front of the plane in those two rows of three seats, the ones facing each other. my brothers and i would fight over who could sit backwards, every time.
and now, flying feels different. i look forward to a safe landing and a smooth ride more than i ever have.
yesterday, when i boarded the plane, i had no idea, obviously, how the rest of the day would turn out, but i’m so grateful for Pilot Elvis.
i’ve never had anxiety when it comes to boarding a plane and i know how many flights travel safely from one side of the country to another, but it’s hard not to think about the possibilities that exist.
i hope my child-like memories connected to the luxury of flying remain, but as more uncontrollable tragedies occur, i’ll be sure to wholeheartedly commend those who are able to take me safely from departure to destination.