Oh Dallas

20170420_190550.jpgOh Dallas, sometimes I wake at night thinking of you. I think back to the day I first saw you, sporting my new black pumps, my hair twirled in a bun, and crimson red lips. I stepped off the plane with such excitement and curiosity of what was to come. You were good to me that first day Dallas, I left that interview with a job offer in hand.

The next time I saw you was just a few short weeks later. I had no idea what you had in store for me, but I was ready and anxious to get started. It was the middle of march, and you were still cool and breezy. My first week with you I made new friends, learned new aircraft and was introduced to my new company’s culture.

The next six weeks were rough for you and I Dallas. My classes got harder and home seemed further, and your temperatures sky rocketed. You were not kind to me in my wool uniform, you seemed to make it your goal to make me uncomfortable. When the days got too long and stressful I would try to have alone time with you. I would walk for hours trying to discover what you had to offer. You had no ocean for me to hear and smell, no family for me to visit, you offered me very little aesthetically.

When the studying was finally over I couldn’t wait to leave you Dallas. I’ll admit, even now, I avoid any trip that will take me to you, but if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have the opportunities I have today. I would not be flying around the world, I wouldn’t have all of my new friends, and my future would look a lot like my past. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be admiring the world from a different view, a view from the clouds.

You were tough on me Dallas, but you were the vessel that sent me on this journey.

Oh Dallas, I suppose I love you after all.

 

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Ten Minutes to London

I’m nearing my three week checkpoint on the line. My feet are blistered, my eyes are raccooned, and I’m having the time of my life.

My first trip I had a layover in Fort Lauderdale with an amazing crew who took me out to dinner where they shared their insight and tips with me. Next, I was awarded an “on-premise-reserve” shift where you are responsible for sitting at the airport on call just in case scheduling needs to re-crew a flight last minute. I had read about “OPR” but I didn’t really know what to expect, I figured I would just nap at the airport for a few hours.

I drop my bags and check in for my shift and head to the concourse to grab a bite to eat before my nap. Ten minutes later, as I’m waiting for my food order, I get a call from crew scheduling and they tell me I’m going to London!

The scheduler informs me that the plane is already boarding so I need to get there as soon as humanly possible. No time to stress, trial by fire.

Six hours later we land in a sunny London and I am absolutely exhausted. We arrive at our cute boutique hotel in a gorgeous part of town. I immediately crash onto my bed for some much needed shut eye.

A few hours later I find myself hungry and in need of a glass of wine. I spent the next five hours strolling around the beautiful and historic city, stopping in bookstores and little shops, nibbling on appetizers and sipping on wine whenever a restaurant caught my eye.

Around 10 p.m. I found my way back to my charming little 5th floor room where I took a long hot shower and reflected on the amazing and unplanned experience I had just had. Twenty four hours prior I thought I was just going to take a nap in the crew room, and now I’m going to bed in London.

I slept soundly that night dreaming of all the adventures to come.

 

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