Fly Away

There is a song out there that describes my exact thoughts about being a flight attendant.

                                                "A-a-aye, I'm on vacation
                                                  Every single day cause I love my occupation..."

These are the very first two lines of the song. For those who don't know. This is a song by Dirty Heads, one of my favorite bands, called Vacation. You should listen to it if you haven't heard it before.

Okay, let's get back on track.

Let's discuss why I became a flight attendant.
This was not a dream job of mine by any means. My first time flying, I was 15 years old and from there, I had only been on a plane 3 other times. We didn't travel much when I was younger, at least not on a plane. One of my friends that worked at the hotel with me, left because she got her dream job of being a flight attendant. She was traveling to so many places and so I decided to ask her about it. It seemed too interesting. She explained the job to me and what the benefits were like. I wanted to have the benefits of flying to different places and exploring the world.

Being a flight attendant is so amazing. I get passengers that ask me all the time, "Do you really enjoy your jobs?" and my answer is always yes. I love my job. Just like any other customer service job, there are people who don't know what they are doing and sometimes it could be frustrating but overall, I love my job! Yes, I get to meet people from all around the world and learn a little bit about them but mostly, I love to travel. Whether it's for work or just for play, you really can't beat it. My husband and I have been able to travel freely to so many different places and just really enjoy it. Before having my son, he was able to join on layovers and that was so much fun. My mom has been able to come on a layover with me, and so has a few of my friends. The benefits are just hard to beat.

It's just something that is mind-blowing when I first started. I had breakfast in one city, lunch in another, and then dinner in a whole other city. To be able to just be in a different city for all 3 meals is crazy! I remember my first layover, I just couldn't believe it was real. I laid over in Honolulu and I've been there before, just this time was different. It was a 24-hour layover and everything was paid for. The hotel was provided by my job, the transportation to and from the airport was provided by my job, and I was getting paid to just relax and explore the city! I remember getting into my room and stepping out on the balcony thinking 'I can't believe this is my life now'. I mean I was just in awe at how different my life was and how amazing it was. I called my husband on FaceTime so he could see the hotel and so I could tell him how my flight was. I wished he could be there but little did I know, he would be joining me on so many more layovers. The trips I had after that, we're about the same. I would just be so amazed that this is what I do for a living.

You may lose track and that's okay.
I want to say it was about 2 years in, I started to lose that feeling of awe. I still loved my job but it started to feel like too much. I live in Florida but work out of Seattle. The commute was becoming a lot and I wasn't seeing my family much and I just missed home. I was working a lot. The thing that got me back on track was taking a real vacation. We did a family/friends trip to Hawaii. We were there for a week and it was much needed. On that trip, I got engaged and later I would find out that I also got pregnant, but that's for another story.

I got back to the awe moments and I am still in love with my job. We fly to new locations and I also have certain locations that I love to layover in.

As the song says
                                        "...If you don't like your life, then you should go and change it..."

If you have any questions, please ask away!