My Life In One 50lb Suitcase

So I've packed... and unpacked... and repacked.. and unpacked and repacked again. I've looked at my next month's schedule 7 different times, and every time gets more confusing. Overwhelmed is an understatement. Training and graduation has come and gone and my first day as a flight attendant starts tomorrow.

I have come to the realization that my new life motto is going to be "flying by the seat of my pants." I literally have no choice. I keep telling myself, "Get excited! You're going to New York City in less than 24 hours!" I can't wait to see all the sights The Big Apple has to offer and do the typical tourist thing... but wait. I'm working. Not on vacation. So the Statue of Liberty and Central Park is going to have to wait. This trip is for business, not for play. Which is why I'm trading in my high-heels for on-board shoes.

Even my off days will consist of becoming best friends with scheduling, figuring my way around the city and becoming very familiar with the route between LaGuardia, JFK, and Newark. Yes, even Newark, New Jersey. Jersey? Yikes!

The other thing that keeps throwing me off is I'm not just packing for a trip to New York City. I'm packing for a trip to West Palm Beach, Detroit, Pittsburgh, and Tampa. And not to mention my days where I'm on call where I could end up anywhere! I could be in California, or Washington DC, or Africa, or Italy, or Alaska! There is no telling. I'm a girl. When you tell me to pack a bag for one night I pack enough for a week! Now you're telling me to pack for a month? Right. This is sure to be an epic fail.

So my life has been shrunk to one 50lb suitcase. My miniature wardrobe that will last me anywhere from 11 days to an entire month. In any climate all over the world. Wow. Did I really sign up for this?

I'm also leaving behind the world I know. My amazing boyfriend, my great friends, and my loving family. The land I grew up on where I have plenty of place to stretch out and run wild, and where I wake up to wild turkeys and my horses in the pasture every morning is about to be replaced with a view of skyscrapers and living in a crowded one bedroom apartment with 10 people.

This is definitely the craziest thing I've ever done. I never knew serving peanuts, pretzels, and a Coke would ever be so difficult.