The stale humid air dissipates as the automatic sliding doors unleash a brisk refreshing breeze from the terminal. An omnipotent female voice echoes off the spotless white tile as she rattles off gate numbers. An orchestra of crestfallen parents bidding their child adieu chimes in, as reunited excitement begins to crescendo. As you stand, overpacked and stiff, you can't help but soak in the airport atmosphere.
You're hastily nudged from an ill timed individual who is running late, while the early observer reacquaints their eyes to their cell phone screen. The panoramic maze of stanchions herd people like sheep as their hooves fumble clumsily with their travel documents. In the foreground, you blankly stare at an orange hard shell suitcase being engulfed by saran wrap only to notice the Asian family at the check in counter repacking their wrapped luggage to meet the 50 pound requirement.
The masses consider flying solely as a mode of transportation, the transition between A and B. Although I am a firm believer that it's actually quite symbolic. It is the commencement of a thrilling and unpredictable journey. To be an influence on how the trip begins, is an honorable opportunity that very few have the chance to be part of. Whether it be a routine business trip or a child's first time on an airplane, I intend to enrich their experience so that they can expect greatness on their adventure. From long layovers in Maple Syrup land, to sunny beaches in beautiful Mexico, you'll be able to track my progress as a new flight attendant. I've slept, bathed, and gone through enough duty free sections to know my way around an airport as a passenger, but now I have a new perspective. I hope to explore off the beaten track, meet members of the mile high club, and most importantly...eat copious amounts of free peanuts.
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