Category Archives for Aviation Relationships
The Adventure…
Fires scorch Malibu and beyond as the embers of loss layer the sky in an eerie burnt orange glow. What a heavy week this was for Southern California. Not always do we fly effortlessly and freely above
Continue readingWhy Being a Flight Attendant is like Finding Your Soulmate
Bingo, I thought as the question casually rolled off the lead pilot’s tongue. “So, are you looking for a full-time job?” Whether I wanted a full-time position with more security and
Continue readingAviation Does NOT Ruin Relationships
The heartbreaking message glared harshly in all it’s heaviness, heartache, and uncertainty. Sent from somewhere on the other side of the world, I sensed the stranger’s desperation. I inhaled
Continue readingLiving single as a flight attendant and [finally] loving it
I saunter up to the host at one of the restaurants at this beachside, all-inclusive resort in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. My bright green teal skirt is offset by the dark leather purse hanging loosely over
Continue readingYour job as a flight attendant is more important than you think
“Summer. It was so nice talking to you. I hope you pursue yachting and wish you the very best.” I say this while standing to give this girl— a girl I literally met less than ten minutes before— a
Continue readingDon’t Date Pilots
I only titled this piece as such, because I thought you would read it if I told you not to date pilots. Really, this blog is called “Love + A Box Of Crackerjacks.” I hope you read it anyway.
Continue readingI’m a flight attendant but NOT your next casual fling.
Maybe I underestimated you and for sure you’ve overestimated me. I assumed that you would have the capacity to think of me as more than a flight attendant fling or uncommitted counterpart. “It’s
Continue readingParis Is Always A Good Idea
The distinct piano notes, interrupted by beats and lyrics, carried a clear message through the dimly lit Parisian apartment. “Let’s have a toast for the assholes. Let’s have a toast for the scumbags…Runaway
Continue readingHappy [With Or Without You]
The hurt reminiscent of a break-up claws deep within me; begging for an avenue of escape. Words— which I so often use to break sadness, clear confusion, or portray hope and happiness—feel grossly beyond
Continue readingSoulmate City + Danish Life
I sit alone in my Danish apartment. Staring from left to right, and then back again, as soft music beats from a speaker in the kitchen. I’m snuggled under a blanket, on my Danish couch, in my Danish
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