Out and in

I woke up this morning from an all-too-brief sleep somewhere over the Atlantic. Bleary eyed and stiff, I opened my eyes to a dark plane and a crappy movie on TV in the aisle. YUL to CDG. The first time I took this flight the airport was still called Dorval and there was no such thing as an iPod so I listened to one CD on repeat on my discman - Dashboard Confessional, Places You Have Come to Fear the Most. Remembering this makes me feel old.

I fell asleep with my head on Lindsay’s head, on my shoulder. It wasn’t comfortable by any means, but I was more spry then and I didn’t want to watch The Last Samurai. With all the planes I’ve been on since, all the times I’ve been to Europe, I still think nothing compares to the excitement of that first flight to Paris, with nearly all of my closest high school friends. It has the same nauseous excitement as a first kiss.

I’m going to be on 8 different planes this month. And every time I feel the wheels lift off the ground, I will think of Paris.


  • By Faebala, January 5, 2010 @ 11:00 pm


  • By Kaitlyn, January 7, 2010 @ 4:06 am

    I think I’m going to go look through my albums from that trip now. You made me feel all nostalgic :)

  • By steph, January 7, 2010 @ 3:20 pm

    Pareee! come visit :)

  • By The Chris, January 9, 2010 @ 6:00 pm

    You can sleep on a plane?!? Lucky. I used to be able to when I was younger, but the last 5 years or so, not so much.

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