One year ago today, I was given my wings as a flight attendant. It’s been the craziest ( and fastest) year I think I’ve ever had. A year ago I was flying home from Houston, Texas to pack up my car and drive to my new home- Los Angeles! My classmate and I lived out of my car for the first month, and rented beds in a “crash pad” the second month. (In case you don’t know, a crash pad is an apartment or house that has several bunk beds in each room and you can pay for a bed for the month. You have a cubby to put your belongings in, a sectioned off area in the refrigerator, and a hook for your towel by the bathroom. It’s not fancy, I think it’s worse than college dorm life. But it works if you are based somewhere far away from home.)
After two months of being away from home, I had had enough. Thank goodness my transfer went through! I packed up my bags, and drove from Los Angeles back home to San Francisco. Ever since then, I’ve been living at home (rent free- thank you Dad!!) and driving 70 miles each direction to work. It’s been difficult at times, driving through the traffic, or landing at 2am and still having to drive home. But it’s so much better than sleeping in a twin size bunk bed with 19 other people around me.
Oh, and the places I’ve gone! I still haven’t technically left the country, except Mexico and Canada. But I’ve had a blast exploring all the different cities I’ve been to. Philadelphia where I got to spend the day with a childhood friend, Denver, Raleigh, Boston with my dad and going to a Red Sox game, Vancouver, Chicago, Fort Lauderdale, Seattle and drinks with my college roommate, the list just goes on and on!
I’ve learned a lot about myself this year. I’ve grown, I’m much more comfortable being by myself. I’m not afraid to go out and just enjoy the town. I don’t necessarily need someone with me. I’ve learned to sometimes take it easy, and just resting in the hotel is exactly what I need. Meeting new people and experiencing different personalities, I have realized that just being a good person can go a long way.
After having a long day, you have to somehow find the humor in it all. And I have some funny stories! From pilots spilling orange juice, to flight attendants dropping a carton of wine glasses, getting heels stuck in escalators, waking up late and doing my makeup in the van, getting a run in my panty hose, and trying not to sneeze in the middle of the aisle. But nothing beats passenger stories. Asking if we have Hennessy on board, moms yelling at me for not being able to put her breast milk in the refrigerator (we don’t have one on board), people walking into the lavatory barefoot, people getting upset the WiFi or TVs don’t work, to passengers getting in fights!
This job is crazy. It’s exhausting, frustrating, lonely, and sometimes just irritating. But it’s also so much fun. I get to travel the world (well, just the US for now) and I get paid to do it. I meet so many incredible people, I get to visit my family and friends, and my job allows me to see the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets. Here’s to one year and many more!