August 10, 2009
Yesterday, for the first time in almost 23 months, I flew. I had forgotten how much I loved flying, but it all came right back.
Why so long?
Well, busy for one… too much time on the road for work, too busy at home, too busy to even keep up here (my bad).
But, the other more nagging thing for me is that I was avoiding it. Avoiding it because I didn’t want to deal with “telling” all the people who I needed to deal with – and there were a lot. (The maintainence people, the FBO (parking) people, my flight instructor, the other pilots at the FBO, the FAA). So, I was avoiding it.
But, last week Anh and I went to a wedding up in the San Juan Islands. Getting to the San Juans from Seattle in the summer, you have two choices – drive about 90 mins, wait for a ferry, and take an hour ferry trip – or – fly. The flight is around 30 mins. The ferry/drive may not sound that bad – but in the summer, the “wait for a ferry” part might be between 1-4 hours. So, we asked our friend Alex, also a pilot, if he wanted to fly up.
Sitting in the copilot/front seat passenger seat – I felt super lame. Why on earth did we need to ask for a favor when I should have been able to do it myself?
That was it…
Last week I dealt w/everyone (except the FAA), more on that later…. and I flew w/my instructor yesterday.
I feel like a pilot again!
I also have the weight of one more “thing” off my shoulders – and that feels even better.