For the past four days, I’ve been flying. From Chicago to celebrate a friend’s graduation, to Tennessee to experience Delta’s shortest flight, to Oklahoma to see snow (and where I ended up help rebooking passengers), to Washington DC to visit a friend from high school.
This series of flights, days, and people has been incredibly meaningful and has further cemented my passion for flight. Not even the tedium of airport logistics and delays can hide the grin from my face.
I feel at home in the sky.