finally, home sweet home.

"You are now puking at an altitude of 40,000 feet." You may or may not this about me, but I'm slightly prone to motion sickness; I can't really do repetitive spinning motions at amusement parks. My flight back to Korea was like one of those rides x5. The ride was so rough there were moments I considered whether I'd survive the flight. After about 20 mins of that it finally calmed down, and then there was a rush for the bathrooms. No joke, there was a like of like 20 people at each bathroom. Mostly people who had puked already or looked like they were going to puke. I waited until the line was gone and went into the bathroom as a precaution, and sure enough all of Korean Air provided meals came out just as fast as it had came in.

I look forward to a night of restful sleep in my bed. There's no place like Kansas, home.

oxygen masks, PLEASE.

A couple posts ago I raved about how much I enjoy my flights, especially on JetBlue. But let me tell you, my flight back from Vegas to NYC was not so enjoyable. Not because JetBlue was unsatisfactory in any way, but because one of the other passengers on the plane.

Two hours into the flight I began smelling this terrible odor, only to realize someone near me had farted. I tried to ignore it and continued to watch my TV. About 20 mins later, the same odor suffocated my space. I feel like the odor of a fart is like 5x worse in a plane because one's personal space is so confined and the air already seems rather stale. This time I looked around to identify the perpetrator, but then didn't do anything futher.

THEN, honest to God, it happened again about 20 mins later! I began to suspect it was the woman NEXT to me. She kept on shifting bizarrely in her seat, but she also was pretending to sleep. But goodness gracious, she just couldn't hold it in. This continued for the REST OF THE 6 HOUR FLIGHT.

What does one do in a situation like this? "Excuse me miss, can you please stop passing gas. It smells terrible." I considered it in my mind, but decided to tough it out passive-aggressively.

hello stranger.

Yesterday, I suffered through a rather terrible flight from Manchester to Newark. I flew Continental, which I’m convinced engineers their cabin to be as awkward and un-ergonomic as possible, maybe they wanted to stimulate the feeling of being trapped in a coffin. Anyways, most of the flight was unpleasant: I slept through the complimentary drinks/food and was pinned to the window seat so I couldn’t go to the restroom. It was only when we were unboarding that I met my seatmate a girl by the name of Caroline. As we walked off the plane together began talking and ended up suffering through our hour layover together over some mediocre airport food.

Caroline was a senior in college on the brink of pursuing an acting career in New York. She had just finished her summer involved in a theatre that had put on numerous different shows. While I felt like we had come from such different backgrounds and areas, we had also met at a very similar point in our lives and had so much in common. We spent the conversation talking about how much we loved the work we did this summer: for her acting, for me campaigning.

She then introduced me to the world of acting. A world of constant rejection and failure, only to succeed and be discovered at the most unlikely time. A world where ones work is so personal yet so easily criticized. A world where you become the characters you play and live out the plots written for you. It was a world so different than mine, yet a world I found quite fascinating. By the time I saw her board her next flight, I had the utmost respect for her and her passion for acting.

One thing she said really struck me, “If there is anything other than acting that you think you might consider doing, you have to leave acting and go do that. It’s just that difficult.” I envy her passion for acting and I believe that this is the commitment and desire that we all must have in our vocation and life.