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  • I love the way snowflakes form in airplane windows once you have been airborne for a while. They crowd around the opening between the double glass threatening to push their way in but are miraculously kept at bay. They are one of the many reasons I never choose the isle seat even when given the option, even when it makes logical sense due to the bathroom breaks and such.

    These snowflakes are the reason why I don't really have a decent penny saved to my name because everything I earn gets poured into plane tickets. These snowflakes are the reason I cannot sit still in any place for too long. These snowflakes are a reminder that I have crossed the threshold of the known and I am entering the unknown. They are the reason that I am always looking up. All this power in some innocent little snowflakes? Yes.

    It's always been this way though. Some people are just born with a restlessness which lives deep within their bones and does not allow them to stay in one place for too long before wishing to go elsewhere. These snowflakes cloud my vision and my thoughts when I have to choose between savings (or stagnation) and adventure. I think they have always been a part of me and have of late multiplied into a restlessness I cannot tame.

    My parents tell me I have been on a airplane before I could remember. When I was older we would take a 2 day train trip to visit family in Ukraine from Moscow or to go see St. Petersburg. How I loved those old Soviet trains. I loved that I did not know what each city would be named. I loved seeing who would be the new train occupants. I loved watching the beautiful Russian countryside fly by, birch tree after birch tree until we reached our destination. Most of all, I loved the smells of the food people would bring aboard. The freshly cut tomatoes, the cheeses, the freshly baked bread and pickles. Those smells are the snowflakes of today.

    Ever since I could remember flying, it has been an adventure and something I loved to do. I suppose I should have always known that being in one place for too long was not for me and that unlike those who shy away from it, I find different fascinating. I want different. I NEED different. But my favorite trips are sometimes not even about the destination but how I got there too. I remember the airports, the pins the flight attendants wear, the branded napkins. I always come prepared with a fully loaded iPod, tablet and actual books. Because I can never sleep on airplanes, sometimes I read or watch movies but mostly I listen to music because it frees my eyes to stare out of the window and insert thoughts of impending adventures, stories and experiences.

    Even after the sun sets and the only scenery is the blinking light at the end of the airplane wing, I can still see those snowflakes. Temporary and unique and beautiful. But such is life...



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    Week 27 of 52 - Story a Week in 2014


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