There’s something magical about watching planes take off. For me, watching a plane glide down a runway before lifting effortlessly into the sky is unexpectedly graceful.
When I’m sitting on a flight taking off, it feels anything but graceful. The steep climb momentarily takes my breath away. I can’t help but think we weren’t quite designed for this. My head hurts, my stomach drops, and I feel the start of the motion sickness that will be my company, tugging lightly but relentlessly on me throughout the flight.
Does it surprise you to learn that I love flying? I love the ingenuity of mankind that it represents. I also love the literal experience of traveling vast distances.
When I first started traveling, I wanted to see the world. I wanted to be up close to new places and people, nature, and architecture. I think that there is so much beauty in the world, both natural and man-made.
I first became aware of the world, of traveling the world, at least my first conscious memory of wanting to explore the world was learning of the 7 wonders of the world. Before that, I wanted to see specific places. After learning about the 7 wonders, my dreams were less about specific places than new experiences, being able to see and touch, hear, smell, and taste. You don’t have to fly to see the world, but I am grateful for the range of experiences that flying has opened up to me.
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