Coming back from California was fun. We had a delayed flight that rerouted us to fly into Baton Rouge. There was turbulence. Enough to scare me a bit. My row mate showed me where the barf bag was because I looked "pale"
Until that part in the flight, I thought I was doing okay. I guess not. I vividly remember how small the airport was. I remember being confused why we had to walk outside and not in " the tube" to get in the airport. The most vivid detail I remember ? The HOT HUMID AIR THAT HIT ME IN THE FACE WHEN I STEPPED OFF THAT PLANE and the BIG POOFY HAIR THAT WAS A RESULT. It was terrible. The air felt so thick. I wanted to get back on that plane and go back to California. It was cooler. Bigger. More exciting. And I like my hair better! I don't remember the ride home. I do remember the excitement filling me to tell my grandmother every detail about the trip. She was ready for me-- waiting to hear all about it. I shared every detail. From the feeling of panic in the airport before leaving to the new friends I made that were Jewish and had traveled to Africa. She just listened. Like she always did. Asked a few questions. Smiled at my excitement. And then she said " did you know that my family is from the Canary Islands?" That was the moment that changed my direction in life. I was hooked. I needed to travel. I needed to experience the world. I needed to learn about other people, cultures and ways of life. I was 14 years old and had no idea that my own children would share the same excitement about the world. All because I chose the plane ticket-- I can share the world's playground with them. In the end, it's not about the money, the status, or the fame. It's about the experiences we have and the people we share them with. It's about the memories that we create and the impact that we make on the world around us. So go out there, choose your adventure, and make it count. Yours in flight Brandi
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It's amazing how one small decision can lead to such big things. If I hadn't chosen the plane ticket, if I hadn't said 'yes' to those terrible projects with my Poppa , I wouldn't be where I am today.
I thought for sure there would be no more funds coming my way. I walked out on the project. I was done. My lovely grandfather ( I still adored him even after all of that! ) paid for the remaining portion of my trip and never asked me to go into the attic again. At Least not to pull up insulation! << who does that?!! Yours In Flight Brandi |
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