When I was younger I went through many different phases. I wanted to be a VET but I’m scared of horses (yes I’m a little weird!), I wanted to be a physiotherapist, I wanted to be a pathologist. But every single time I boarded a plane and sat in my window seat looking out, I longed to be a pilot.
I’ve taken hundreds of flights in my lifetime. I was on my first flight aged just 6 months. Heck I’ve even been on 30 flights in 2012 alone.
I love flying.
I love the feeling of movement. The effortlessness that the process requires. The thought that you can, within a matter of hours, land in another country, another continent. It’s something which fascinates me.
Whilst I may, at times, enjoy sailing as a somewhat slower form of travel, I still adore flying. If I hadn’t had problems with my ears as a child, which still cause me a lot of pain when flying, I would almost certainly be working towards a pilot’s license.
It’s more than just the ability to so easily move from one place to another, I love the mechanics that go behind the process of flying. I love the engineering techniques and the logistical stuff that goes into getting what is a massive tin can off the ground and airborne. Yes, I’m a total plane geek, and I don’t care.
For me, it’s a relaxing and exciting feeling to sit gazing out of the oval-shaped windows at the land passing by below. I like to watch the changing landscapes and wispy clouds as I move from one place to another. I like to imagine what life is like for some of the people on certain landscapes that pass underneath me.
I’m one of these people who can’t sleep on planes (so annoying when going long haul!) so I spend the flight resting my head against the side of the plane, gazing out the window, listening to songs on my iPod, lost in my thoughts. It’s one of the few times I enter into a truly contemplative mood, especially on flights back home after a trip.
I’ve been on a few bumpy flights, I’ve landed through a thunderstorm where our plane dropped considerably in the air and half the plane screamed, assuming we were about to die. But I’ve never been scared. Flying just doesn’t seem at all precarious to me. It seems like the most natural thing in the world for a self-confessed travel addict.
Do you love flying? Or have a fear of flying? Leave your thoughts below…!