Posts tagged "kara mulder"

Don’t Rush Her- That Thing Called Life

As the train clicks and rocks its way past buildings colored with Japanese characters, and trees dusted with the yellow, orange, and red hues of Fall, I sit quietly, contemplating how life discoveries have this way of sneaking up on one.  At least these type of understandings have this way of sneaking up on me.  I never learn what I expect to, but I always learn what I need.  I...

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That Could Take Me Anywhere

Last night, I was driving "home," smiling to myself over the fun day that the sun had set to.  I was grateful for simply being in Southern California.  It's the beginning of eighteen days off for me; eighteen much needed days away from that Dreamliner.  I am staying in the same timezone for the most part, and my feet are firmly (as my definition goes) planted on the ground.  I've been...

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On Wanting…

I started this essay as content for my book.  It turned into something that needed to be published here. So, here it is. -Kara On Wanting Sick. I feel it again.  I don’t know if it is the antibiotic that I have been taking recently, or the jet lag, or possibly the fact that I ate an extra handful of animal crackers with almond butter along with the tortilla veggie wrap...

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Cheers To The Pretty Drifter

The bartender said this as he raised his can of RedBull and nodded ever so slightly in my direction.  I smiled, tilting my head as if his title for me was a surprise.  A 'Pretty Drifter?'  Was this who I was when people met me, or what was assumed when I stuttered over the question of, "Where do you live?"  I know that the people asking are expecting a simple,...

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What’s In My Bag:  A Flight Attendant’s Suitcase

Packing.  Suitcases.  Carry-ons.  For a flight attendant, these aren't accessories, but a necessities. I've written about my life in a bag, have posted YouTube videos of me stuffing, and squeezing my belongings into a black roller board, and have commented on how I can never separate myself form the luggage life.  I always think that I will get better at packing, and maybe I have, but because I have, I...

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Dreamliner Stories & A Dreamliner Life:  Thoughts of A Newly International Flight Attendant

I arrived back in Ft Lauderdale Monday this week...or was it Sunday?  What day was the 12th?  It doesn't matter.  I lived long days, and short days.  International flying plays havoc on sleep, life, days, weeks...that's simply the way that it is. The bird sitting pretty on a gray day at Arlanda Airport- Sweden At any rate, I returned from the first international trip with my new employer.  Eeeek!  I'm international...

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Come Fly With Me…

For those that have kept asking, or for those that have been on the edge of their seats wondering, or for those that simply do not care who I am flying for after quitting my job, I am about to tell you.  The day has finally arrived.  I am here to spill the secret- announce my new airline, show off the fancy new uniform, and unveil the adventures.  This is the post...

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Flight Attendant Training

I'm in flight attendant training for the second time.  This isn't because I failed the first round, but because I quit my previous airline.  I can't remember very many details from my first flight attendant training.  I just remember being SO stressed, and studying all of the time.  This time, I don't study, and don't stress over the training material.  It's not because I am smarter, although any flight attendant...

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My Codependent Relationship

Always with me, I cannot break away. My grip holds tight. I wonder who I am without, Because we are always, Together. I rarely go unaccompanied. And I am always going. Somewhere. I travel, Questioned as to how I can go, Alone. But, I am never alone. I cannot be. Alone. My shadow.  My second half.  My mismatched partner. This is my life. I'm in a codependent relationship. Defining me? Affecting...

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An Act Of Vulnerability

Right now, I'm on another airplane.  It's always one airport to the next.  I don't necessarily mind, as I'm truly beginning to embrace that it is simply a fact that I don't sit still well.  I moved to Ft. Laudy Daudy to make myself stay, but have done little of that, spending more time in Los Angeles, and everywhere else, than the East Coast.  Friends have inquired as how I...

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