It doesn’t happen often but it did this week. I figured I’d be good and pick up some extra hours of work. So I volunteered to work for the company, but they didn’t call the first night (figures!), and by the next morning I was over waiting for a call that may or may have not come. So instead I hopped on a plane to see my nieces.
Upon arrival in Georgia, my sister says that my dad’s puppy is seriously ill. So I have dinner with the nieces, go back to the airport, hop on a plane to my dad’s house and show up there at 11pm. I hang out there for a few days keeping my favorite duo company. Then it’s back on plane to Georgia so I can fulfill my few nights with the girls before heading home to my own house in London.
The flying life: I’m a bit tired but being there for my family is totally worth it. Sometimes being a flight attendant smells like jet fuel and rude people. Most of the time it smells like freedom.