So i used to have a blogg when I was in Australia.... but then it said i had to start paying. So, i'm going to post the old ones before i start any new ones.
Window Seat
“I got a window seat!” That was my reaction when I first saw my seat. I could look out the window instead of spending my time avoiding awkward glances from across the isle, I could lay my head against the wall and not worry about hitting anyone, and I had a great view of America as we crossed. That was my thought.
After putting my carry on away and climbing over everyone to get to my seat, I found my window to be a little hard to see out of in areas. The glass would be clear on the bottom and then as you looked up it was foggy. I eventually realized that it wasn’t fog at all, but forehead smears from when people decided to press their greasy faces against the glass for a better look below. I think it goes without saying, I was grossed out.
I found a napkin and cleared my window as I waited for take off. I decided to lean my chair back as I waited, because the only thing out my window was a sad looking man with a glow stick. When I pressed my button and started my decent into the relaxing position I so yearned for, I was struck with the sickening feeling, after moving an inch and stopping, that that was as far as I was going to get. With a hint of frustration I sat my seat up and turned to the two who sat beside me, a mother and daughter. These two were nice in a “I have to tolerate you for the next 4 hours” kind of way, but weren’t very chatty. So with a sigh I went back to my sad little friend out the window. He had taken on a new expression and was waving his glow stick more than seemed necessary. We were moving.
As our plane climbed so did my excitement. The buildings kept getting smaller and the view kept getting larger, but the more I looked the more I saw of the same thing. You think driving in Indiana is boring, try flying over it. We were so high that the fields just looked like green squares, with a few yellow now and then signaling dry grass. I’m not sure how long I stared out the window hoping for something spectacular, but the monotony had eventually gotten to me, so I shut my window and went to sleep.
I woke up to the drink cart rattling by. This was not good. Don’t get me wrong, I was parched, but I was next to the window making it curiously difficult to excuse myself to the restroom. If the water I now had sitting before me did decided to go through me within the next 3 hours I would have to discretely slip to the back. Accept, there was nothing discrete at all about using the restroom on an airplane, in fact it’s quite an ordeal, involving many people. In order for me to reach the back of the plane, which was not 10 ft away, I would have to announce to my row of annoyed passengers that I needed to go relieve myself, which would in turn cause this row to stand, and I would make my way to the back. But even then it wasn’t that easy, because on your way to the rear of the plane you receive knowing glances from those looking up to see whose going by to use the toilet. Only to return to the same put off row of people who climb out of their seats with exasperation, making you avoid eye contact the rest of the flight. Needless to say, I stayed in my seat, and this was my last water until LA.
Just as I was regretting my enthusiasm toward my seating arrangement at the beginning of my flight, I opened my window to a new world. Monotony was the furthest word from my mind as the landscape dipped and curved and rose from the ground. It was amazing. And as I had my head pressed against the window for a better view bellow I was thinking, “I got a window seat!”
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