May The Planes Watch Over You ✈️

As a tourism girly who dreams of becoming a flight attendant, every time I see an airplane in the sky, my heart does this little flip. I can’t help it — it’s like I see my future soaring above me, reminding me of where I’m headed. I always wonder about the flight attendants on board that plane. Do they ever look down at the city, at the people like me staring up with wide eyes, and remember their younger selves doing the exact same thing? Did they once stand on their rooftop, neck craned, watching a plane slice across the clouds and whispering to themselves, “Someday, that’ll be me”? And then my imagination drifts to the passengers. Maybe there’s a little kid on board, looking out the window in awe. Maybe it’s their very first flight, and they’ll carry this memory forever — the thrill of lifting off, the world shrinking below, the sudden belief that the impossible is actually possible. Who knows, maybe this exact moment will spark something in them too, a tiny seed of a dream that grows and grows until one day they’re in the sky for real, just like I plan to be. Whenever I see an airplane, I tell my friends right away. “Look!” I say, pointing it out like it’s a rare star. And maybe that’s what airplanes are to me — shooting stars that appear in daylight, reminders to keep going, to keep pushing. My dream isn’t far away. It’s right there, flying over me, guiding me, cheering me on with every pass.

• Dreams
• Flight
• Becoming