Being a nanny, nurse, waitress, technician, safety representative and sometimes also a psychologist round about 30.000 ft above the ground. Being a flight attendant is more than just serving tomato juice and food. It’s the constant dialogue with human beings that never gets boring and surprises you everyday anew.
But it is a weird kind of love-hate-relationship. Up and down, up and down. And I won’t lie, I am not even a little bit close to where I want to be. It’s a journey.
I hate this job. I hate that I can’t keep up with all the experiences and memories I make. All of the personal stories I hear. All the people I met along the way. All of the places I never dreamed of visiting. All the things that changed me. Changed the way I see people and think about myself. Changed my life in an unpredictable kind of way. What I want to become and how I think about other people seeing me. How I want to live my life. Things I took for granted. Things I question now.
Questioning your way of life is tough. But it’s necessary to grow. And I grew a lot. It’s only been a bit more than one year now. But I could never go back.
That’s why I hate this job. I hate it for being so addictive. For making me constantly choose the rough road. For making me step out of my comfort zone. For making me want more from life, always. Life could be so much easier.. But to be honest: It still was one of the best things that could have happened to me. And all of the things I hate about this job, were actually totally worth it. I don’t know where all of this is going, but it feels good to be on the way. It’s not always about the destination, but about becoming better and better everyday.
girl on a journey 