A Thousand miles away is where I am happiest, and to get to there, I have to fly. All year long there is one thing in the back of my head, one thing constantly on my mind and one thing that I am in love with. Despite the fact that I hate to fly, I still have this passion and travel anyways. Flying for me is my biggest fear, not to mention the dainty snacks and hott drinks do not help any. I remember specifically one evening flying on a Delta flight and having the nicest flight attendant. He was handsome too I might add. He spoke fluent spanish but he was nice enough to try and speak english to me. I could pick out a few words here and there so I knew what he was trying to get across. He made my feel very at home and kept my mind off of my biggest fear. He told me to look out the window and take in the bueaty of being so high up. As I looked out the window the clouds looked like cotton candy, the kind that made my stomach growl because the dainty penuts and hott coke did not do the trick. It was a vibrant blue and white, God's creation to the max. I was so entrigued by what was out the window I felt like my fear of flying had gone away for a few minutes. Before I knew it we were preparing for landing. I felt butterflies go up my sping and shivers go down my legs because I knew in a few minutes I would be where I was happiest and see what I have been wanting to see. The thing thats always on my mind and the thing that I dream about.
