Five years ago I made the decision to become a flight attendant, cabin crew, trolly dolly, whatever you wanna call it. I left family and friends and moved to the other side of the globe. I went through a long and rigorous training program and began my new life.
Over the years I have seen many positive changes in myself and my way of thinking. I’ve seen so much of this beautiful planet and have met so many different interesting people. I’ve also woken up at unholy hours and gotten dressed to go to work long before the sun has made his appearance. I’ve missed birthdays, holidays and weddings. Actually, I almost missed my own wedding, but that’s another story. I’ve touched people and made an actual difference to others at some points over the years. I’ve saved a lot of money, I’ve spent even more. My skin and makeup has never looked better. I have never been this tired. I have made quick friends and sadly I’ve had to loose some old ones. It is definitely a lifestyle, not just a job.
All that said, why am I still a flight attendant.
For me that is a simple and difficult question. The long and short of it is; there is no other way to live at this point in my life. The thought of returning to a desk job gives me the heebie-jeebies. Going to work from Monday to Friday, week after week, with only two days off every seven days. I think it’s called the Weekend. Not sure if I’m pronouncing that right. Seeing the same faces every day. Only getting to travel when I save up for it and can get vacation. Living that slow, quiet life my great nana would be happy for. Sorry Nana.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to be that 60 year old lady serving you that gin and tonic on your flight in 35 years from now. But for now, I belong to the skies.