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.

 

#LIVING


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