Fly Me to an Island
Fly Me to an Island I love being on a plane for so many reasons. Less than a decade ago, I was terrified. Now I get on a plane with a sense of wonder and anticipation. I settle into my seat, feeling the island waves of excitement wash over me—the turbulence rocks me to sleep and when I wake up, I am closer to the universe than I can ever physically get in this lifetime. The thrill of embarking on a new journey, no matter how momentary it is, and the promise of adventure and leaving behind the familiar. Traveling is a string of rich experiences; I am not sure who I would be without them. The view from above captivates me. Clouds stretch out like the most ideal bedding at HomeGoods- I wonder what it would be like if they were made of material. Getting lost in a cloud and just wrapping myself up- until I realize that is an illusion- I jump back into my body when the plane starts to shake from the invisible winds. I would always get lost looking out of the window....