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I want to tell you the story about the first time I flew, in pursuit of the love of my life. I have always been afraid of flying; but it was also one of those things I didn't think I'd ever be able to afford or really need to do. But this is a story about a time when I had to change my thinking and conquer a HUGE fear to get what I wanted. A few months before this flight, I had moved down to Florida to live with my friend, Brad. He already had a place and just needed a roommate. I had nothing better to do so I figured-why not? I made the move easily enough with help from my family, we drove down in a couple days and quickly made myself at home. But a few weeks into the move I was lonely and began to venture into the social scene. By that I mean- staying in every night and swiping left on dating apps. Eventually, a STUNNING guy messaged me. I was sure he must've been lost, but we very quickly developed a plucky brand of banter and decided to meet immediately. Now, I am not this kind of girl to meet right away, but I was lonely, had tickets to an event that night and did I mention, he was STUNNING?! Anyway, the date we had set up didn't work out because I had a panic attack and left before he got there. He called and talked me into meeting somewhere I was more comfortable, Disney Springs. If you haven't been there, GO! And get the Gelato! ANYWAY, when I tell you this date was next level- my heart is fluttering just recalling it. I will keep the details to myself, but the date ended with a kiss and lead to several blissful weeks of dating. Unfortunately, I had to move back to Michigan because I couldn't find a job that would pay my rent. Even worse, my new boyfriend had to return to his homeland, Jamaica around the same time I'd be leaving. Moving day was the worst day of my life, I was sure. I got home and made myself sick with despair. Somehow, I managed to swallow my fear a month later and bought a flight to Orlando to see him one more time before I'd surely lose him forever. I packed only the essentials. All I needed was to see him again. I WOULD conquer my fear and get there! The first plane was basically a flying sardine can. I did not have a window seat and the man sitting next to me was extremely aggitated. It was a tight, swampy, nervous experience and I had to do it 3 more times in the next 48 hours! The second flight was heaven! I finally had the coveted window seat! From here I saw the most beautiful thing I had set eyes on and felt my heart pound, soar and skip and a hundred other things it had never done or felt before. I saw the sky. The REAL sky. I was in love; What was this delightful witchcraft?! All it took was a couple AWESOME cookies and seeing the True Sky all around me, changing shape and color before my eyes. Our short visit was amazing, however bittersweet. We are still together and are always trying to challenge each other and grow together even though we are so far apart. We have planned for me to visit for our one-year anniversary this June, and this time I will be crossing several treasured items off my bucket list. I will get to see an ocean, visit a tropical island, and reunite with the man of my dreams. I cannot wait to fly again, and feel that scary, exhilarating independence of travelling alone; what's more- I'll be handsomely rewarded when I land! I have learned so much about myself from that trip and what I am capable of. Also, I did not give up on love. My man and I want to travel the world and we WILL. This world has so much to offer, if only we challenge our fears.