Have You Flown Yet?
I flew on my first flight before I was born. My mom was so pregnant with me that she could not fasten her seat belt for takeoff from Australia on our flight to Bali, Indonesia. I’ve not stopped flying since.
Well, until a global pandemic.
I went from flying over 100,000 miles per year, for decades, to nothing. Not a flight, an airport visit, or even a glance at my frequent flyer miles from May 2020 to July 2021. This was the longest I was grounded since… maybe the late 1980s.
At first, I wasn’t sure I missed all that travel. One of the small blessings of COVID-19 is the time I’ve spent with my family. We’re together every day, every week, without the interruption of dad flying off somewhere for a week or two. No time zones between us, no jet lag to cloud family time.
Then, of course, I started to miss all those I know in lands far away from Chapel Hill. Even Washington, DC seemed beyond the horizon when flights are banned. It was finally time to brave the TSA security theatre and see the world again.
I started small. Two quick trips to DC. And they felt good. The trust of takeoff. The thrill of landing far away. The familiar city buzz. The new changes, faces, and features. Better yet, the familiar faces of friends, smiling wide with happiness that we survived, and some of us thrived.
Yes, I loved flying again. I loved seeing friends. Almost as much as I loved coming home to my family, my wife, my kids. Flying is awesome. Flying home, even better.
And you? Have you flown yet? Was it the same thrill as before-times? Or has the thrill gone a bit for you too?