I stood in the corner quietly fuming. After working a ten hour flight, and not really eating, as crew meals are never vegan, and rarely vegetarian, I was tired and grumpy. The littlest situations would
Continue readingI don’t feel very alive at this moment. Maybe it’s that I’ve been living so alive, so fully, at such high intensity, that I’ve temporarily run out of pizzaz. Only for a second
Continue readingToday, I caught myself smiling as I looked at Real Simple. The colorful magazine spread was telling me how I should decorate. Decorate a house. Yeah. True story. This girl, excited about nesting?
Continue readingI’m a firm believer that no one should claim permanent residency at a hostel. It’s just not a home. Same with a flight attendant crash pad. It’s just not normal to only live at
Continue readingJust write. That’s what I’ve been repeating to myself for the last two days. But what do I say? How much of my private life do I make public? How many secrets should I share this time?
Continue readingTake-off. What I do best. Landing? Still circling the pattern. This begins one month in Washington. I don’t think that being a flight attendant has to be as gypsy-esque as my life has been since
Continue readingSince first being employed as a flight attendant, I have loved my job. Obviously, there are elements that I despise and would rather avoid, like airplane lavatories and grumpy pants passengers, but overall,
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