Why I Love Flying
I’ve decided to come back to blogging. I’m getting over the fact that I hate that word, and succumbing to the pressure that as a writer, it’s simply the easiest and most effective way to keep building content to hold on to you, my clearly addicted readers.
The best way to dive back into anything in the writing department is to find an outlet that’s enjoyable and a topic you feel passionate about. So to kick things off, I will be writing lists on the perils and pleasures of my favorite thing in the world- traveling. This coincides (not by chance) with my trip to Texas, and this particular post is being written in a lovely, wi-fi laced Dunkin Donuts in the Jetblue Terminal, during a layover in Boston Logan International Airport. I had a medium coffee with milk and an egg white veggie flatbread, for those keeping score.
Here we go. List Number One: Why I Love Flying.
10. Because airports symbolize freedom. (Once you get through security, frisking, and the unfair dumping of water bottles and hair/face/body products.)
9. The portion-sized snacks and drinks. You know you’ll never binge-eat on a plane.
8. Window seats. The curve of the coast line, the way the bricks, stones and steel that make up the unique city skylines burst out of a sea of greens, blues and browns. The tiny rows of homes and developments that always remind me of Monopoly pieces, and the way you can see the soft white foam of the ocean waves from literally thousands of miles in the air.
7. The moment that you anxiously await to see who will be sitting next to you. I stare down every individual that boards the plane and make silent bargains with God over my seat-partner fate. Today I had Empty Seat! Outside of Handsome Mysterious Stranger, that is best case scenario. Worst-case scenario being Heavy Breather, Smelly, or Loud Snorer- or a combination of all three.
6. Airport restaurants. So much fun to post up with a good book, people watch, and eavesdrop on conversation.
5. Movies! I rarely watch TV and get to maybe one or two movies a year, so I love a long flight where I can catch up on all the films I’ve been meaning to watch since 2009. Watch out for those tearjerkers though… I remember one flight to London where I basically sobbed for 5 hours. I think the guy next to me thought I was having a nervous breakdown, but I was simply watching “Water for Elephants.”
4. The Map. On International and select Domestic flights, I love to watch the map that tells you exactly where you are, what speed you’re traveling, altitude, arrival time, etc. You can literally watch yourself travel through time (zones). So cool.
3. That feeling when you first step off the plane and arrive at a place you’ve never been. Pure excitement. Who will you meet? What will you see? And most importantly, where’s the ladies room because I have to pee.
2. The Arrivals gate. The signs, the smiling faces, the hugs, the love. I know this sounds very “Love Actually” of me, but that’s been one of my favorite parts of flying since I was a little girl. It connects people. And that’s a beautiful thing.
1. It’s amazing. Plain and simple. The plane is one of the greatest inventions ever made. It’s the gateway to the world.