Does anyone else seem to gain a new or maybe buried perspective on life when they fly? Maybe it’s just me, but when I’m sitting on an airplane, contained to my little seat, forced to slow down and be with my thoughts, I can’t help but think to myself how incredible it is that I’m 30+ thousand feet in the AIR, FLYING to some far off land to begin a new adventure. Somehow looking out that window, my stresses and worries disappear, and I am grateful to be exactly where I am.

View of the sun starting to rise on our recent trip to the U.K., somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Btw #nofilter

I know it’s cliché, basic, and a case of ‘do it for the gram,’ but I love taking photos out of an airplane window. Whether it’s seconds after take off and all the buildings begin to shrink, or being above the clouds and watching the sun rise or sun set, or coming in for landing and seeing a city’s veins from above; there’s something in all those views that give me a newfound gratitude for the journey that I’m about to embark on, or for all the new memories I have come home with.

RI bays and sounds right after take off
Somewhere in Spain, but looks like Mars to me 🤪
Coming in for landing at 4am in Boston a few years ago

I also recognize and never forget how grateful I am to land safely after every flight. I know a lot of people had to show up and do their jobs with zero mistakes and I’m thankful for them. 🙏🏻

On that note, jet lag is getting the best of me and I need a coffee stat. Can’t wait to share all the things we saw, ate and experienced on our trip to the U.K.! Stay tuned!

-Steph, xx

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