life at 35000 feet.

I know. I know. I’ve neglected you.
I had forgotten how much of a whirlwind my life is when I am back on the line. I’ve been away flying for 7 days now and it seems like it’s been longer than that. I am not used to this anymore. My body gets tired much faster. My feet swell and I get all bloated. Still, it’s so good to be back! Seeing old friends again, inquiring about each’s next destination, the frenzy before departure, sitting in my jumpseat and silently reviewing my commands, walking in a new hotel room for the first time, the familiar sightings of a city I’ve been to before, the overwhelming feeling of liberty when all alone in a new place in the world…

It’s the 9th of May and I’ve spent time in Newfoundland twice, San Francisco and Edmonton already. I’ve crossed the country too many times to count in the last week -in the last 48 hours-. I have worked a whole hell of a lot since I left the Government offices.

I’m so happy I get two weeks off after this. I really need it! Ah the joys of working the friendly skies. Not always as glamourous as it seems.

I also really miss my hubby. I usually always have a thought for him no matter where I go or am, but these last few days, I especially have been missing him. I do not particularly enjoy being in cities we both love dearly (i.e. SanFran) without him. I feel like a widow revisiting past memories and it makes me sad. I wish he was here.

All in all, I do have the best job in the world and I know it.

Ok. More later. Time for bed now. I am getting picked up at 4:45am after all. Good night darlings.

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Montreal, my darling.

 

It’s Thursday. After work I am getting  on a plane and flying to Montreal. Doing a little hop that way only for 3 days but it’ll be good to see the family and some friends. I always think I don’t go there enough, that I should spend more time in that beautiful city…but the truth is, I don’t necessarily want to. I have done my time in that place. It is filled with good and bad memories and does not have much to offer me anymore besides the friends I have left behind. It is a great place, just not for me. I think….

 It’s hard to say for sure when all the things that make up your life and your home are now away from your hometown. You kind of become biased. Maybe some day I will go back, who knows? In the meantime, I enjoy the moments I get there. The joys and fun that come with visiting. The parties, the shopping, the familiar feeling of knowing the city so well. Its smells and sounds. My mother tongue.

It feels good to be able to appreciate things in a small dose.

Sometimes moderation is better.

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