Trip Down Memory Lane at 30,000 feet.

I’m not sure why trips on airplanes bring out my melancholy side, but they do.  Especially night flights when I can look out of the window and see entire towns outlined by street lights.  Last night was no exception.  I found myself remembering a flight I had taken over two years ago.

I was taking a trip by myself out to Anaheim, CA for a national athletic training conference.  The trip had been planned for months and was just as much a pleasure trip as it was business.  I had several high school friends that had made southern California their home and I was looking forward to catching up while gaining some valuable continuing education credits.  I had a great week seeing the sights of California and remember wishing that the week would never end.  It, of course, eventually came to an end, and I was on an airplane heading back to Atlanta before I knew it.  Somewhere over the Rocky Mountains I came to the conclusion that I wanted more.  More traveling, more independence, more fun, more excitement, more options.  I actually started crying on that flight and remember feeling ridiculously embarrassed.  In the months that followed I was accepting a new job, moving, talking to an attorney and making some life changing decisions.  To this day,  I think of that flight as a turning point and the opening of a new chapter in my life.  
Over two years later, I have taken countless more flights and have found myself in several cities across the country.  I am more independent, more happy, and more fulfilled than I have ever been.  Last night, as I gazed out of the airplane window, I couldn’t help but have a little victory party for myself.  This particular flight was being paid for by my company (instead of coming out of my checkbook) and it was the fifth plane that I had been in over the last two weeks.  I can safely say that my goal of being able to travel has been fulfilled, amongst several others.
Tonight, I am sitting in a hotel room in Dallas, Texas with one more city I can cross off my list and a feeling of independence that seemed so far out of reach not very long ago.

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