I was sleepless. I was sleepless in Seattle. Sleepless in Seattle (and the weather) makes you sick. Three times S.
Seattle was a little colder than I expected – or than the weather forecast had informed me. I could feel my body begging me to put further layers on it, except I didn’t have any more layers packed. I still bravely went out and about. And now I am not so bravely paying for it.
My body slowly got sicker and sicker on the flight back. Luckily it wasn’t a busy one and I spent most of my time in the galley with a scarf wrapped tightly around my throat while throwing down lots of warm water with lemon to keep it constantly happy and hydrated. I like to tell myself that it helped from escalating this sickness any further but in this very moment I feel like a heavy sack of potatoes.
Unfortunately I have a duty tomorrow. It’s a quick one but when you’re sick it’s never a good idea to drag your body onto an aircraft. Especially not one that will have two takeoffs and two landings. I have to drag my body though. My record is not the greatest and I cannot afford any more sick days this 2016.
That is probably the most unoriginal title but in this very moment it is my truth.
I love Seattle. It’s my fifth time here, and each visit has been worth working a 14 hour flight for. Granted I do get to sleep three of those hours as crew need their rest too. Still it is a long flight and the timing of the day is turned upside down. My body is always confused but I suffer for the joy of having about 50 hours in this city.
The hotel is located perfectly downtown and I almost know the city centre inside out by now, and have quite my routine. I tend to wake up early as the curtains let just enough light in for me to wake up – rested or not. I get my jetlagged body out of bed and usually walk to Nordstrom for a quick glance in case there’s anything I need to own. At lunch I eat a filling bowl of grains at Veggie Grill, and always follow up with a stroll around Pike Market while munching on some vegan ice cream. In the evening I walk 30 minutes or so to Whole Foods to stock up on healthy edibles. But before that I normally find myself browsing for random stuff at Target.
My very first layover here was with the Lebanese (the boyfriend). I was rostered the flight and he managed to swap onto it. We did as much as time allowed us and squeezed some sleep in there too. We visited the Boeing Factory and the Flight Museum. We walked through most of the Pike Market, and had a romantic dinner in the revolving restaurant atop the Space Needle. Originally we also wanted to take a ferry boat to Bainbridge Island but there simply wasn’t enough time. According to my memory we did much more but having a cabin crew brain I simply can’t recall what else. We did want to visit the number one attraction in Seattle – according to TripAdvisor; The Chihuly Garden and Glass exhibit. Unfortunately on the very day that we arrived it was booked for a private event. Next time, I keep telling myself.
This layover was supposed to be the “next time” for Bainbridge Island. As is standard, I woke up early. After a very quick grocery shopping at Target I found myself back at the hotel without any energy to drag my body back out. It was a bit cold and windy and I was tired and had no energy. Excuses and excuses led me to an hour of Netflix and a couple of hours of restless napping. I woke up way too late. So late that a trip to Target for the new Ben & Jerry’s vegan ice cream had me back at the hotel empty-handed. The store had just closed. And now I am sleepless at 01.30 in the morning. At least I had a very sunny and eventful time the day before.
Tomorrow I am going back home. To the Lebanese, and with a suitcase full of stuff ordered online and delivered to the hotel. Plus a few extra goodies in there. It’s gonna be a heavy one but opening it back home after a layover in Seattle aways feels like Christmas.
Since organisation is the key to my happiness I always look for a way to be just that. And just that requires the perfect planner. As I travel all over the world I have the perks of being able to explore paper stuff everywhere which I thoroughly have been. Every single time I have passed some sort of shop full of beautifully designed journals or calenders or planners, in I have gone to enjoy a long browsing session.
The other day I popped in at Kate Spade to have a two second look at a specific bag. The bag didn’t spark any love and I was just about to direct my body out of the shop when I halted. Sort of hidden behind the counter were some golden dots on a beigey background with the numbers 2017 written across. How did I not know that Kade Spade made planners? It was love at first sight.
Normally I excitedly bring home a new planner and write diligently all of my doings down for the next month, get annoyed with the way I wrote it all and throw the entire thing in the trash. This time I’m only gonna plan a week ahead, and treat every week as something special. Seven days that matter and seven days that will bring me joy and memories to treasure. I need to not look so quickly ahead but appreciate the now, full of golden dots.
I have OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder). It’s very obvious and I would never deny it. It’s not something I suffer from though. I absolutely love having it. If you really think about it, isn’t it kinda beautiful how calm and serene one can feel just because the surroundings are neat and in order, and perfectly organised and clean.
As I started my flying career about four years ago I knew I needed some way of keeping track of all the flying across the sky. I googled exhaustedly until I found a site I approved of. The design was modern and sleek, and the options of input fit my needs just right. The result is something I love to look at. I simply adore the numbers and the statistics! Sometimes I have a not so great flight to do – either because of the timing, the length, the destination, or something else entirely. I will then comfort myself with the fact that at least I can add it to all those beautiful numbers… I have an obsession with numbers. They are obvious and logic and straightforward. I mean, just look at this!
I realised why that fancy water bottle was shelved after only a month’s use. Really, it’s too bad cause I love the idea behind it. Unfortunately I am not a fan of the way you actually drink from it. I can’t decide whether the water opening is too big or if it’s too small. It simply does not match my preference. End of topic.
A Basra is on the schedule for today. I don’t mind. It’s just a turnaround. A quick one. It’s only a handful of hours from taking off until landing back at the very same airport. It’s doable. I’ll have to prepare a vegan dinner of some sorts to bring with me. I’m thinking lentils and green stuff and veggies. Better get to it.
It’s an early start for me today. Not because I have to. Basically I stayed up for almost an entirety of 24 hours which led me to drag my ass very early to bed which led me to drag my ass very early out of the bed, too.
So. Here I am. Writing, and drinking warm lemon water with cayenne. And realising that I need to up that daily water intake. Lately, and lately as in forever, I always feel dehydrated. It doesn’t help much that I’m a flight attendant who spends loads of her time in a moisture-less tube at high altitudes. I wanted to seriously deal with that specific issue long time ago. Or maybe just a year or so ago. I popped open Amazon and bought a fancy Thermos Smart Lid. I was super hyped about this water bottle and paid quite an amount of money to get my hands on it. What is it? A water bottle that automatically tracks your water intake. All you gotta do is keep it charged, and then sync it via bluetooth to an app on your phone. Simple!
I kinda forgot about it after a month’s use. Although it was a very exciting way to track how well I added fluids to my body, the bottle just somehow made it into the cabinet one day and somehow never made it out. Guess what? It’s out again! And currently being charged. Wish me luck! Or simply a hydrating day.