Carrie Bradshaw Meets Crash Pad

Now the lifestyle of a flight attendant sounds glamorous. Getting to travel all around the world staying in hotels you never would have seen, meeting people you never would have met, doing things you never would have done... all while getting paid for having a smile on your face. Sounds great right? Well it is until you're based in a city away from your home.

One thing most people don't know about flight attendants is most of them do not live where they are based. For instance, I live in Atlanta but I commute to New York for work. Doesn't sound that bad, right? Well others commute much farther to The Big Apple, like my roommate who commutes from Portland, Oregon and a classmate who commutes from Honolulu, Hawaii.


This requires most of us to get a place outside of our home city called a crash pad. Since most of us can't live the Carrie Bradshaw Sex and the City lifestyles of Manhattan we're forced to settle for the suburbs of New York. Which is where I will "crash" while this glamorous lifestyle begins.



The definition of glamorous for a crash pad:
- a bed that you call your own (this is known as a cold bed, opposed to a hot bed that you share. One body in, one body out. Hence "hot" bed).
- a shower
- somewhat convenient transportation to the airport (or multiple airports if you work for my airline where we work all three in the NYC area)

Thats it. If you have these three things you have got it made. My crash pad is a 4 bedroom 2 bath townhouse with room for 12 roommates. Yes! 12! All 12 people in one small townhouse splitting 2 bathrooms in New York City. That would involve a grand total of 6 bunkbeds. Glamorous right?

On the other hand, I do have a trip to Shannon, Ireland coming up next month... so it kind of makes that twin size bunk bed all worth while until I can afford my studio apartment in Manhattan. If Carrie can do it I can too right?