I wrote this blog on the plane ride to Chicago last Sunday, Sept. 16th. I am just now getting a chance to post it because I haven't had a moment to sit and rest. So here it is:

Sept. 16, 2007

It’s a strange feeling, staring out the window of a plane and looking down on the home you are leaving behind. The moment I boarded the plane and got a little teary-eyes when the ticket lady told me to have a good flight, I knew I was in trouble. Including takeoff, the first half hour of my flight was spent gazing out my window as tears streamed down my face. For the past month I knew I was leaving but it never really sunk in until I was actually in the air on my way to an unfamiliar city, with unfamiliar people, hundreds of miles away from everything I love and cherish. Maybe it is because I have been so busy with packing, shopping and all the sweet goodbyes.

I only teared up three times during those goodbyes…saying goodbye to my boss, hugging my friend Vinita for the last time, and leaving Becca after I dropped her off at her house. I thought that was the last of my emotional release. That is until I reached the airport this morning and was sitting in the terminal, listening to my ipod, watching random people pass me by, when I had time to reflect on how much my life was about to change in a matter of hours.

It was hard for me to leave Peanut this morning. I think he knew I was leaving because he hid under the blanket when I tried to say goodbye. L Seven weeks away from him is going to be hard. But I am excited about training. And I am doing what I set out to do. I set out to finish my degree and I did it. I set out to travel the world as a flight attendant and I am doing that as well. I couldn’t be happier. And I wouldn’t have been able to do it without all the love and encouragement from all of my friends and family. So this blog is dedicated to them, for never giving up on me and always believing I could achieve great things, even if they seemed impossible. Thanks for everything!