Don’t get me wrong. Having to leave my family every Monday and get on a plane sucks. But, the actual experience of flying is one I treasure. Sitting at 38366 feet over Albuquerque right now (according to Jet Blue), and I know I’m overstating the obvious for those that know me. My wife went to the restroom a few minutes ago, and I slid over to sit next to my daughter, who has the window seat. She couldn’t see out of the window, so I unbuckled her seat belt. She got up on her knees, looked over the engine and said, “Wow! There’s a map out there! I think I can see our cruise ship.”
I know she has good eyesight, but I doubt she can see the ship from here. And, I think that’s kind of the point. At 38,000 feet, you can land anywhere. Maybe it’s a business trip, or vacation. A new place you’ve never been to. Flying around the world is limited only by your imagination, and I hope to bring my daughter to everything she can dream up.
To me, it’s always the start of a new adventure. This one happens to be to Long Beach, so we can board Mariner of the Seas, to experience Mazatlan, Cabo San Lucas, and Puerto Vallarta. Three new places we might fall in love with (okay, maybe not Mazatlan).
I consider myself very lucky. Traveling for work can be demanding, but it’s worth it for opportunities like this one. My daughter is coloring at 38,000 feet, my wife is engaged in a book, and I’m sorting e-mails. In less than an hour, our new adventure will continue.