I flew for the first time in over a month today and I realized something; there is no better high than knowing you are getting on this gigantic thing with wings to go somewhere different.
You are escaping your normal, everyday routine to go someplace else.
I get this anxious, excited, nervous feeling every time I step foot on an airplane. It’s just the thought of this thing bringing me thousands of feet in the air, above the clouds, above the world.
There is no other excitement that trumps this feeling, at least not yet. Maybe as my life goes on I will discover that this feeling cannot be replicated or replaced.
Do you ever feel this way?
P.S. Here is a photo I took while waiting for my plane to take off and head to Washington DC. I just felt a sense of peace and understanding.