Oct 20th, 9 am
Taking off means so much and so many awesome things to me.
Every single time I’m on a plane that’s taking off, that’s the exact moment when I realize what I’m doing and where I’m going.
Today I just took off from Genoa, my city. This place usually makes me so depressed but for some reason as soon as I saw it from the plane window it looked so beautiful: the coast, the harbor, the mountains on the background. It looked beautiful because after all I know this is the place where I come from and like it or not, it’s still home. It looked beautiful because I can recognize the areas from above and suddenly I get all those nice flashbacks of me around the city. But maybe it also looked beautiful because hey, I’m leaving!
Taking off can be quite scary sometimes. Today the weather is nasty and the flight was delayed because of a thunderstorm on Rome. Oh well – I thought. I remember flying next to a REAL thunderstorm in Florida once, and yeah it was scary but also beautiful after all.
Taking off is part of the trip. I believe my trip started this morning when I crossed the door of my apartment, and I enjoy the journey as much as I enjoy the destination. When I land in Cairo, it will be another phase of the trip.
Taking off is awesome: the plane runs runs runs and you shake shake shake but all of a sudden… you’re flying!
Taking off and the minutes just before and after it are the perfect playground for the curious-minded, like me: I always wonder where everybody else is going, and why. That guy is wearing a suit so he must be going to Rome for business. And did that other guy turn off his mobile? That guy look scared: is this his first flight? Oh come on, it’s a short one, you’ll be okay.
Taking off and flying will unmistakably make you thing about how little you are and wonder “what if…?”. I say: I don’t know “if” and there’s no reason to think about it in advance. I won’t screw up my trip with fear.
Taking off is what takes you far away and this is my main thought every single time. If I am kind of anxious before departure, as soon as I feel the cockpit of the plane is detaching from the ground, I feel “awfully happy!”.
Today during take off, I was thinking I want my life to be like this forever.
And you fellow travelers, are you scared of flying? What’s your favorite/worst part of the flight? Share your thoughts!