First Flight Solo
I don’t even know where to begin on this past week. I had so much fun in Oregon that the only reason I wanted to come home was to see my puppies and honey bun. So lets start with the fact that I'm basically 26 and had never flown ALONE!
Here we are on Saturday, bright and early. My flight leaves at 8:30am from Burbank to Portland.Yes, I chose to fly Burbank because I can’t even imagine flying out of LAX for the first time all by myself (i’m aware I'm a chicken) and Burbank is such a tiny airport there is absolutely no way I can get lost. Right?
So HB drives me, helps me check in at the kiosk, and put the tag on my bag. After all, he is a professional flyer. He's been to Germany, Monaco, Cannes, Paris, Hong Kong to name a few. I’m trying to pay attention because I need to memorize all the steps for my flight home where unfortunately I will really have to do everything on my own. I know it’s so sad! Anyways, we are pretty early so we grab a seat before going through security. There are only like two people in line so it’s not like I’ll have to stand in line for an hour just to get through. After a few minutes I decide I better get going to find my gate. There are only five gates, but knowing me, getting lost is always a possibility. I go through security easy-peasy lemon-squeezy, grab my shoes and backpack, and walk on through looking for the gate. After I find a seat I call HB and his first response was, “you didn’t even look back…” WHOOPS! I guess I was just so excited, and still a little nervous…
Finally it’s time to board the plane, and of course they have to complicate that too. First they call rows 1-6, then 14 and up. I’m in row 11, sitting there thinking “what the hell, why did they skip me?” It doesn’t make any sense to me but whatever, I find my seat and get settled in. I’m next to a lady who is working like a mad woman correcting papers. It’s 8am. Tell me why this older woman across the aisle calls over the flight attendant, “uhm when are we going to get drinks?” to which the attendant responds, ”once we are in the air”. I mean, I don’t fly often and even I know that haha!
Around 9am we’re up in the air, about 10,000 feet, and cabin service gets underway. The woman from earlier, well, she was thirsty… she ordered some drinks alright. To start her morning she had two gin and tonics PLUS two Jack Daniels… which she drank straight (GASP!) I mean it’s five o'clock somewhere right? Haha! Another hour passes (it’s only a 2 hour flight) she hollers at the attendant, “so do you guys have anything salty?? not sweet… if not i’ll take another Jack straight.” (GASP! It's 10am and this woman is on drink #5 LOL). I’m thinking, at this rate, how is this old lady going to be able to walk off this plane?
It's finally time to land and my anxiety kicks in again. How am I going to know where to go once I get off this plane? Where is my suitcase going to be? What am I going to eat for lunch? But
I remembered what everyone said “Just read the signs!” Somehow, by the grace of God, I was able to find my way from the plane, all the way to baggage claim, all by myself. And there was my aunt Darcy, waiting to help me with my bags, get me to the car and answer the most important question “what am I going to have for lunch?” Bless her heart.
Just like that, I made it through my first solo flying experience (with some help on both ends). What would I have done without HB and Darcy. Let the Portland adventures begin!