Ask a flight attendant why she flys…
Ask a cabin crew why he packs his suitcase for the millionth time…
Ask a recovering FA why she wants to return
I stare out the bay window of his apartment. The semi-circle chaise lounge fits snuggly into the corner space. An orange throw is draped over my outstretched legs, my computer perched, the keys patiently
I asked myself the question, “What is The Flight Attendant Life?” while staring at a mostly blank screen, trying to write. I hate that word ‘trying’ because what it really means
“My life is a project of seeing the good in places, no matter where I am sent, no matter where I live. Of appreciating the beautiful in myself, and not begging to be someone else. I’m on
Always with me, I cannot break away.
My grip holds tight.
I wonder who I am without,
Because we are always,
I rarely go unaccompanied.
And I am always going.
Right now, I’m on another airplane. It’s always one airport to the next. I don’t necessarily mind, as I’m truly beginning to embrace that it is simply a fact that I don’t
Driving to the airport this morning for my flight lesson, I realized something: That I worry way too much, and I’m over it! My morning had just begun, and yet, the concerns I had over things
I sit around in my room for hours on end, drinking tea and listening to The Sleep Playlist on Spotify. I curl up with a book, the only interruption being the frequent whistles of a text messages from
There is a lot that I never predicted about my Flight Attendant Life. Once, I remember I said that if I was going to work for a different airline, I would only want to work for Southwest or Hawaiian,
How To Be Productive On A Layover…
Answer: Be my mom
This is mom
My mother is a little bit of crazy. I think you have to be a little crazy to decide to become a flight attendant as a second