Walking down the aisle, I get lost in a sea of faces. Maybe the exhaustion is setting in because it’s become quite a challenge to locate my seat. Normally such a remedial task has now become an exercise in mental fortitude.
Finally I spot an open window, next to a homely female, which I know is mine. I squeeze in and settle. Pillow and blanket in hand, I shut the window shade and prepare for the six-hour journey. I open my journal and begin to write.
Coach section. Seat, 39 J. Jam packed flight. Two children behind me. They are restless. Kicking my seat already and we haven’t even left the runway. I wonder if I’ll have to turn around and tell them to “knock it off”. Such a parental term that is. I remember my mother telling me to “knock it off!” when I would bother my older brother on long car rides. I rarely use the term, but now it seems perfectly appropriate with these two brats behind me.
I often wonder how fellow passengers would react if I took that type of tone and caused a scene mid-flight. Like one of those episodes of “What would you do?”, I’m sure an airline stewardess or a female passenger would intervene. Ha! Oh how I can daydream.
Actually I never say much on airplanes. I get in, get out and move on. I stay quiet, don’t leave my seat, and leave my headphones on the whole flight. I stay in my bubble and ask that you respect it.
Even with the tight surroundings, I relish in the free time to unwind and decompress from this second whirl wind adventure to the Big Apple.
Two trips in less than two weeks time. The second being Sunday through Thursday with each day loaded with shoots, scripts, segments and opportunities. A trip loaded with celebrity sightings and encounters (Beyonce, Joy Behar, Elizabeth Hasslebeck and Howard Stern). Experiences I will take with me long into my professional career.
Early mornings, late nights, I struggled with catching up on sleep. I fought the jet-lag and found myself staying up later and later even with blurry, burning eyes.
This trip I experienced a different NYC. One seen from private cars, hotel lobbies, Upper East side residences and high rise offices. It was a New york, I found to be stuffy. And not for me.
No personal time to indulge, no free moment to get lost. Always a schedule, always a time line, always someone in my face telling me where to go. Now I rest and prepare for my life in California, the life I know and love.