Juggling my backpack with one arm and my small wheeled carry-on with the other, I entered the line to board. My purse was slung across my body so that was the least of my worries as I made my way onto the plane. Hoping for another easy flight, I climbed into Seat # 17F, a window seat right over the wing.
Flying has certainly changed “colors” over the years. It used to be that the attendants couldn’t do enough for you. Offering pillows, blankets food and beverages throughout the flight, they smiled willingly and graciously, I might add.
Oh, they smile now and are gracious hosts but without all the amenities.
One year while flying home, a stewardess kept staring at me each time she passed by. Finally, walking down the isle toward the rear of the plane, she stopped, looked me square in the eye and said, “Do I know you?”
Making eye contact I said, “You look very familiar. Where are you from?”
Long story short, she grew up in the same town as I did and attended the same grammar, middle and high school. Imagine that? We had a great time chatting during the flight and then she was off to make another connection and catch her next flight.
In four and one half hours, the plane landed smoothly in Charlotte. Gone was the warm friendly atmosphere of Aruba. Gone was the breeze. It was time to close the door on yet another adventure in my life.
Once the luggage was in the truck, there was just the three hour drive home before I got to see “the kids.”
What an awesome feeling it is to be back in the Hollow! Vacations are wonderful and it's great to get "away from it all" as they say, but I've got to agree with Dorothy that there is no place like home!