As a rite of passage, you’re not truly a flight attendant until you’ve taken the covenant engine photo. Well guess who is a truly blue flight attendant now? ME!
What ‘they’ don’t tell you, you don’t have to be scared, your pretty much safe. Well I was scared AF attempting to get a few photos, as much as I love y’all, No, you will not be seeing these outtakes today! I was so engrossed with the paperwork for the next flight I didn’t pay attention that there was an opportunity for the engine photo. Otherwise, I would’ve definitely worn a different shirt!
So much food, EVERYWHERE.
After years of wanting to go, wishing I could go, trying to set my schedule so I could go, I’ve finally made it to Taste of Chicago and they didn’t disappoint! I know, I had to have read all about the ins and out of “The Taste” as it’s affectionately known but I really didn’t have any expectations as to the food variety. I was surprised with Mexican, African, Jamaican, more Mexican and of course Two different varieties of Pizza. Although I opted to stay away from The dough, the smell was delicious enough to change my mind.
Day One was HOT! I met up with my fly sister, Shakila, copped some food tickets, and took a survey of our selection. Did I say it was hot? Cuz it was. My confession of never having Harold’s led us straight there and OMG. Juicy, tender, flavorful chicken. And yes!, I got the mild sauce!
After some prime shots, because hello! The sun was giving us this Glow, it was time for sweets. The stifling heat called for funnel cakes with ice cream, Italian and Mexican iceys.
FYI Its called a Taste of Chicago because you can get a ‘taste’ of the food, ( a small but lightly filling portion) or a full portion. Genius!
Now that I’m a flight attendant I realize just how short life really is. I’ve never been afraid of flying, my favorite part is take off, which surprisingly is one of the most critical phases of flight. To quell, some of the fears that are usually under the surface, I’ve started capturing as many moments as I possibly can. I take photos with my crew, with the airplane, when I’m seeing the city I’ve flown into, with passenger if they love me enough. I truly understand now, that life is what you make it, so I’m trying to make mine the best ever.
What, if any, was the moment you realized life didn’t stretch on as far as you believed? And how did you remedy that?
So recently I was thinking about my childhood friends who are getting married, having children and just generally living life. In thinking of them, I stated thinking about my own life, and my future. I thought about the fact that I don’t have children yet, barely dating, but I’m living my travel dream. I didn’t realize before of how much I actually wanted to be a flight attendant, however now that I’m here and I’m actually doing it, this is what I want to do. I’d lie if I said this was a forever thing, but then again, who knows? I love the thrill of not knowing where I will be traveling to or who I will be traveling with. Obviously it can possibly be a stressful situation, but when you look it as an adventure, there is no way, you won’t be able to have the time of your life!
Although I doubt I’ll be in a hurry to return to Tulsa, I actually liked it. As a black woman, in the back of my mind, I’m always concerned about racism, and leaving that city alive but I just go with my gut instinct and everything usually turns out peachy. Tulsa was practically deserted, especially for a Monday, hardly any museums were opened, the temp tipped just above 93, and restaurants were virtually nonexistent!
However Religious buildings were abundant, as well as the city’s homeless population. I do wonder if Tulsa has an initiative to bring tourism to the city, because it does have potential, it gives me small town in a big city vibe. Driving in the Uber I did run into an area with life, such as shops, restaurants and dives. My curiosity is a bit peaked, I just may have to return.
FYI The Street art I did found, was of quality!
A little over seven weeks ago, I became a flight attendant. Most days I can’t believe it, and the other days when I can believe it, I really don’t. I really wake up wondering if I’m actually stuck in an episode of Twilight Zone! (Remember that show?) I tucked becoming a flight attendant in the depths of my mind, because I was so comfortable being a Gate Agent with Delta that I didn’t consider really applying for the position. I’ve always said why would I want to be ‘stuck’ on a plane with passengers especially when they would behave so poorly when on the ground.
I can’t remember applying, Obviously I did but I have no recollection of doing so. What I do remember, my niece Essence pushing me to apply. I even turned my airline down three times, but now we’re here and I couldn’t be more happy!
When something is meant for you, the universe will conspire to make it happen.