For those that have jobs, you may be familiar with the term “commuting.” It’s the process that you engage in to make it to work; whether that be by walking, biking, by boat, or by car. Flight attendants, and pilots also commute, but our commute usually involves a few thousand miles, covering multiple states, and cities. This is the airline commuter life.
Traveling Flight Attendant
For flight attendants and pilots to arrive at work on time, our mode of transportation is an airplane. Naturally. For those flight attendants that are based in the United States, working for American carriers, we have these wonderful (and horrible) benefits that allow us to travel on other airlines. Flight Attendants and pilots commute for a variety of reasons. Often, junior flight attendants are assigned a base that is not any place that they would like to live, and choose to find crash pads, and still live in their hometowns, going home on stretches of days off. Airline employees really do live globally, with sets of friends, responsibilities, and life activities that are so absolutely different depending on their locations. It’s easy to feel fragmented.
I’ve never considered myself a commuting flight attendant, and instead, have always lived where I am based, but last week, I realized that, at least for the past year, I have commuted. My reasons to commute are mostly self-inflicted. No one forced me to choose a Florida base. No one said I shouldn’t buy a car, or get an apartment in Hawaii. No one calls me asking when I will be home to be back with the family. I have chosen this life. I choose this life. All that I really want is to choose California (credit michael). Always. I am constantly moving from Florida Home Life, to Farm Home Life, to Southern California Home Life, to Friend Home Life. I am just as homeless as ever. I thought the point of moving from the middle of The Pacific, to the edge of The Atlantic was to fall in love with stationary.
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Always moving. Still just me and my bags
I refuse to sit days off in Ft Lauderdale. I am not quiet about the fact that I do not like it in this place. I have been more than vocal about the dissatisfactions that I have with the new job. It makes me wonder if the problem isn’t the places, and instead, the problem with happy is me. It’s strange as I’m happy; ok, entertained, working on projects, have friends anywhere I go, but my heart only feels completely settled and comforted when I am in Hermosa. Maybe it’s because I have my bikes…
I don’t enjoy this commuting life necessarily, although, when dating, it can be inconveniently convenient. For reals. I never really have to decide if I want date two, or three, or discuss important topics, or decide if I actually like him, because I’m only here till tomorrow. Commuting, in my life, has served a purpose of separating, of making my ambition and goals the one thing that never leaves based on a destination. There are a few other things that places, commuting, or this lifestyle will never change…
Can never change the bond of true friendship
It’s not that I enjoy flying bi-coastal as a commuting flight attendant, passenger style, after spending 20 hours of my last 38 hours working on an airplane. It has simply become a necessary evil that I, as well as many other crew members, endure to live in the places that they want to live, or be with the families that they love to raise. My best friend commuted for an entire year from Honolulu to Colorado, which, for anyone that knows anything about flying stand-by anywhere, you know that commuting out of Hawaii is a bitch.
At least one of us is maintaining a positive attitude
My mom commutes from California farm country to Phoenix every week before her trip, and every week after her trip. She also works alone, or with only one other flight attendant, and on many days, has more than six-legs. I don’t know how that woman has so much energy for all of it, AND she’s always laughing and smiling. AND she’s always nice. Wow. Hopefully it’s genetic.
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