The story of a flight attendant, a long distance relationship, a global pandemic— and believing in impossible love.
Continue readingAbruptly, I stop mid-chatter. ‘Woah. I sound like I’m all over the place, don’t I?” A half smile crosses his face while a head tilt of amusement appears in the space between my words. In his calm
Continue readingThe 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 readingTrips are defining, determining where the flight attendant will fly, who the flight attendant is with or with not, and how long the flight attendant will be away.
Continue readingYour uniform has been fitted. Your wings have been pinned. You have been assigned a domicile and a giant manual full of rules and the flight benefits are starting to roll in. Welcome to your first year
Continue reading“Cheers to The Pretty Drifter…” The bartender said this as he raised his can of RedBull and nodded ever so slightly in my direction. I smiled, tilting my head as if his title for me
Continue readingI stare, lost by the sight of the deep navy water as it moves and churnes. Maybe we are the same, the ocean and I; me always moving, always churning. I think I tried to make it stop once; the movement.
Continue readingI lay on the half circle box, my side folding over the foam. My face translated the burning felt by working muscles. I exhaled in an attempt to minimize the discomfort, gritted my teeth, and thought,
Continue readingLife is often defined by set schedules, ideas, and ideals. Then you become a flight attendant. Your world is flipped upside-down, and you are thrown around.
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