Headed home...

Heading home...

For flying parents of kickers

I have come to the point in my life if your child is kicking  (REPEATEDLY kicking) my airplane seat and you are not telling him/her to stop, I will ask you, the parental unit, to tell your sweet munchkin to stop. 

A kick or two, I don't mind.

Reeeeeeeepeeeeated kicking...please stop. 

I have learned at the poop plant that it's best to ask the parent to ask/tell the child to stop. 

Thank you ceasing kicking my backside.

Traveling alone

Someone once asked me, "How can you travel all by yourself?  Aren't you afraid of traveling alone?"

The honest-to-goodness answer is no.  I am not afraid to travel alone.  I have yet to be at an airport by myself.  I have yet to be on a train or in a bus all by myself. 

The beauty in traveling alone is...I only have to worry about me, Angie Good.  I only have to order coffee for me.  I only have to make sure I packed the TSA-approved quart-size zipped bag with my liquids.  I only have to consider my work and social life schedules when booking airfare.  If I want to spend $5.63 on a HUGE bottle of spring water while sitting at O'Hare and people-watching, there's no judgement.  There's only a happily-hydrated version of me.

I am forever thankful for parents who raised me to embrace adventure.  Even slightly scary adventure..like the landing in to the Seattle airport.  I knew from my 2012 adventure that the landing tends to be bumpy.  And yet even though there may be bumps, I still choose to board a Boeing 737 and fly across the country to celebrate Samantha.  I would not miss it for the world.

There is beauty in traveling alone and I cannot wait for my next adventure.