first class to Dallas

There I was with my first class, priority access ticket in my hand. The Little Rock airport shuffled me to the waiting area that was getting ready to board a plane flying to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. A large seat was waiting to make me comfortable for my 45 minute flight. I sat by a Hollywood director who told me many stories about his family and showed me many pictures of him with famous celebrities. He’s my new best friend because I asked him if we could be, and he said yes. Later I emphasized best friends forever , and he said yes again. He laughed at me a lot & said he liked my sense of humor. That compliment made my entire year! 

& unless you're 21, first class is no fun. 

Luke greeted me with a million words as soon as my feet were off the plane and then carried my luggage like the little gentleman he is. I loved feeling as if I was a part of their family as we sat around the dinner table and devoured some spaghetti and meatballs. We all went to sleep after Luke had his bedtime story read, we had an early flight in the morning.

As I’m typing this I am headed to L.A. where we are going to pick up our rental car and leave for San Diego. I’m flying over the ocean and it’s the most beautiful sight. I thought it would be easier to type what has happened as I go instead of spend one day trying to write everything I can remember. All of this traveling I have done makes me even more ready to live in Athens, Greece. I love getting to be on this adventure and I feel so independent having to figure out everything on my own.

I have made a lot of friends on the plane. I tend to be the annoying person that likes to make conversation with people that just aren’t up for conversation. And since I didn’t get to be on first class on the way to L.A. I got to sit around even more people. They just weren’t cool business people like the ones I met in first class.

I have never really been a person to experience these things but I’m so glad I had this opportunity. I mean, I’m going to SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA. I keep pinching myself and I keep finding out that this is real. It doesn’t feel real.

I love this. I love having to dress up & look professional as I’m flying, I love getting to experience all these new things. Someone told me I was a good mom to Luke as I was taking him to the bathroom. My mind was blown away at the thought of having a child at this point in my life, but in a few years, it wouldn’t be that outrageous. And that point in and of itself scares the crap out of me. I’m growing up. Me? A good mom? Right now?

Before I know it I will be in a serious relationship, he will get on one knee, and then later we will bring up kids and then I will be a career oriented mom who is trying to juggle everything in life with two hands. I don’t know how you gals do it! But it’s not that far away.

This is my view on the three hour plane ride. Typing up what’s on my mind while drinking Dr. Pepper. I have no idea what state we are flying over now but it’s a cool one. Fifty four minutes to go and I’m off this plane.