Fair warning: This is quite a personal post and although it may not be the exciting layover play-by-play that usually fills up my archives, I still feel it must be shared. Therefore, if you do not want an honest recollection of my past week in the world of flying, stop reading now!
So, life lately. After a great end to October, November started off great too, James visited, I flew to Madrid and New York! That is all well and good, as Madrid is an absolutely beautiful city, even in the rain! Also, in my opinion, New York really is, as Alicia Keys put it a concrete jungle where dreams are made of. It certainly exceeded every expectation and hope that I had pinned on a place! For a city to amaze me in 24 hours is for another post entirely 😉
After that I had a turnaround to a less than desirable/ glamorous/ enjoyable place and although I wasn’t looking forward to it, I was disappointed that I had to call in sick. Due to the fact that my sinuses were blocked and anything more than getting up to put my wheat pack in the microwave and get some more Vix felt like it took up a horrendous amount of energy and nose blowing. Not good. Thankfully, my friend Marcella had the day off, so we spent the evening watching stupid things on you tube and eating naughty foods. Thank goodness for friends!
Thankfully, I also didn’t have to call sick for my next flight which was Abuja, Nigeria (where I am currently writing this post from). Nigeria is very different to Kenya, where my last African layover was. The political situation is not as stable here. There is an armed escort that takes us to our hotel from the airport. Everyone must pass through a metal detector (to check for weapons) before entering any building, and also have their temperature checked due to the ever present threat of Ebola (even though Nigeria is said to be clear, Health Precautions are being taken for communicable diseases throughout Africa). I’m not sure if all of this makes me feel more safe or not but it was quite confronting. That being said, I’ve spent the entire time in the (very nice) hotel, where there are lots of things to keep us busy, but I’ve chosen to rest and relax in my room instead, seeing as I have a flight to Johannesburg the day after I land from here, and then my cousin comes to visit after that! So there is much to look forward to in the coming weeks.
I’ve been thinking recently about my time here, my journey and if perhaps that time is coming to an end. I am very grateful to have been given the opportunity to spread my wings and literally fly, see some amazing places and meet lots of new faces. The thing is, although I love the lifestyle that shift work and ultimately flying brings, but I’m really starting to romanticise the idea of going home. Maybe I’m just going through a phase that all of us do (mine are just a bit more frequent?), but I am blessed to have such amazing people in my life, family, boyfriend, friends (both near and far) and I feel as thought my time when I’m not flying would be better spent at home, rather than in Dubai. This lifestyle can be quite lonely, sometimes. This is all just speculation, because sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I really am to have this job, and other times when I am collecting dirty trays at stupid O’clock, I find myself reassessing my life choices. Here is what I DO know;
1. I love travelling
2. I love writing
3. I love to take pictures whilst travelling to include in my writing (hence this blog!)
4. Above all, I love the people who have made me who I am today. Without their loving support, patient Skype advice and help in pretty much every avenue of my life, I would be a very different 22 year old trying to find her place in this world.
I’m missing the comforts of home, its natural beauty and freedom that growing up in Australia instills within me and I am considering my career options. I have a Bachelor of Arts, and have just been accepted into a Master’s program for Zoology, which is ultimately something I enjoy (because I am a massive nerd and love studying)! December is a big month and I will see what my next roster brings before I make any rash decisions.If I had a dirham for every time I questioned my choice to move to the UAE…well I still wouldn’t be very rich because the exchange rate to AUD isn’t the best 😉 But I’m trying my best to keep calm, not be so negative and focus on the positives. So here it goes! For the next week I am going to be nothing but chirpy and positive, starting from now 😀
Apologies for the honesty, but it’s not all fun and games, this is real life (my life) and I hope you have gained another well rounded insight into the life of flying and this roller coaster ride of mine! 🙂