fly me to the moon

today i'm listening to: 40 day dream - edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros

that stage is magical.

oooooh i could die

sam's going to travel with me over spring break!

and making travel plans gives me the travel bug.

which is a disease i basically ail from constantly... but some days it hits me harder than others (like the 24 hour flu.)

it's basically killing me.

because sometimes a home base is a good thing.. after i travel, i'm more aware of that. but other times i'm just too curious. good thing i'm abroad already! -i'll walk out my door and quickly be swept to far-off places. (but right now i'm still waiting on an illusive, too important, life-changing phone call.)

anyway.....

the only problem about traveling is flying.

i'm not scared of it, no. i just hate the process.

...i get antsy.

then again, climbing into that bus in the sky and coming back out, hours later, in a completely

new place sometimes

blows my mind.

flying lesson:

they say you can learn so much

from what you fear so much.

this girl who loves far, far away

but hates to fly.

the beverage cart down the aisle

overhead compart-mental breakdown

and the deceit of the carpet

lying under her feet

(the windows and doors

lead to no ceilings or floors!)

the best kind of travel is the kind that takes you to someone/some place you love.

i wish the world was flat like the old days

then i could travel just by folding a map

no more airplanes, or speed trains, or freeways

there'd be no distance that could hold us back

-death cab for cutie

this travel/love talk got me thinking about the pros and cons of flying in relation to the pros and cons of falling in love.

how it's worth getting over the fear of the plane crash to get to see the world..

how it's hard to make yourself vunerable for the risk of getting hurt.

because, from personal experience,

flights and i have a give and take, love and hate relationship...

i'm afraid to fly, but love the travel
afraid to love, but the ground is so far now
and way up here and what if we crash?

expecting an end spent in free-fall disaster.

the crashlanding. the broken heart.
so when it gets shakey at forty thousand feet,
the turbulence. the phone doesn't ring.
remind yourself you can't cross the sea,
without getting up this high.

and look at all the places that airplanes can take you

and look at all the places that love can take you
you get to sit up in the clouds!

the risk and reward. the jet set.

our love took flight

between arrival gates and departure times.

and now up in the sky: all your baggage.
but waits heavy to be carried when you land.

remember that you miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

so kids... until then, i'm dreaming of boarding red-eyes, soaring over oceans,

and sitting up in the clouds

-xoxo. Jess