ASRWU - part four

I guess what comes of living on an island is that you never find yourself on a flight that doesn’t have life vests. So it was a little unnerving when we were told that in the event of landing on water, we could use the seat cushion as a flotation aid. No life vests on this jet. My anxieties usually dissipate as soon as we are airborne – I love flying – up in the air I’m untouchable; face glued to the window gazing at the gorgeous clouds, a sense of peace and joy surges through my flesh colonizing every cell. It’s different at night, though no less engaging. Cities’ skeletons traced in neon; one dynamic display pointing to the next with its twinkling finger of lights. The sight illuminates your soul.

Our cabin crew was Carol. The flight attendant was like your friend’s mum – very maternal, a little overweight, with big rosy cheeks. She sat at the front; took drinks orders from there. An abundance of pretzels followed; most of which we hid in the front pocket whilst Carol wasn’t looking.

We arrived in Cleveland shortly after 10pm (local time) to be met by the familiar smiling faces of my brother and sister-in-law, and then had to endure the 2 and a half hr cramped car journey to Marysville alongside 2 very smelly dogs. There are 2 types of people in this world: dog lovers, and the other kind. I belong to the latter group.