Somebody once told me something along the lines of this...
No matter the place you fly; No matter how familiar Toronto, Vancouver, Los Angeles or New York become, to always keep writing. Remember every place you go, but with every arrival and every departure, treat the day as though you have never been there before. Remember where your home is, its where romance lies also. This way- every day will be a new adventure and we'll never run out of romance.
It's true. As Candice Bergen, in the movie View from the Top, once said "Every Captain needs a Co-Captain" I can't do this journey alone. What is going from coast to coast any good if I have no one to share it with? She also said that life is a series of arrivals and departures. People are going to come and go. Aircrafts will come and go, passengers and crews. They all come and go. But my co-pilot is my constant. Keeps me grounded when things are bad, and let's me stretch my wings when they are good. As stated before, no matter what city becomes and feels like home, my co-pilot reminds me where my heart lies.
It's not easy trying to grow in a relationship when all you answer to are two powerful forces. Crew Sked and Mother Nature. Time is valuable. It allows you to grow, bond and strengthen in many ways. Sitting on the edge of your seat just waiting for that phone to ring and tell you where your off to is not comfortable for anyone. Then why do I do it? Why would I test my relationship, my emotions and my psychological strength like this? Is it the unpredictability? Is the game of "where am I ACTUALLY going to sleep tonight?"I don't know. But I'm sure that I'll realize it soon.
The same question can be asked of why do people fly? Is it the true need to get from A to B? Is it the glamour of being forced in a tube 41000 ft in the air sipping champagne watching a rerun of Entourage? Times have changed. The glamour has faded away and what's left? Flip flops, lu lu lemon sweatpants and iPods. These things have replaced dressing up for flights, conversation with other passengers and an era that will forever be remembered to flight attendants.
But, if I'm treating every day like its my first, and every destination like it's unexplored then I have a different type of glamour, personal glamour for a job that is underestimated. Remember your first flight? The sounds that scared you out of your mind. The way you saw the cabin crew flow through the cabin effortlessly satisfying a bombardment of tasks? This is where it changes. Today, I thought, I don't know if this is the lady in 13C first flight. Same goes for the business man in 2A. You never know. So why would I rob one passenger of a quality of service that I see given in first class? This is my vow. To try to reinstate the art of flying, the glamour, one passenger at a time one flight at a time. Who knows. We may just start seeing more ties and dresses and less flip flops and lulu's.
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