I agree with Dorothy…”There’s no place like home.” No where in the world can you be more inexplicably you than where you reside. Sure, it’s glamorous to sleep in fancy hotels and to be chauffeured around, but coming home to what you call your own FEELS so right.

I began my flight attendant career a little over three years ago, and I’m truly grateful for this opportunity. I’ve explored cities and countries that I never fathomed visiting. Who would have thought that Louisville was so lovely, or that Little Rock had a quaint charm to it. I would have never thought I’d ever visit Arkansas, but it happened. I’ve met and spoken to countless people, even celebrities. At the end of the day, I realize they are just like the rest of us.

Naming all the hotels that I’ve stayed in is enough to make anyone’s head spin. Today it’s the Westin. Tomorrow, it’s the Marriott, and the day after, it’s the Hyatt. Yep, I’ve stayed in them all. The executive suit on the 20th floor is fit for a queen. I especially love when the rooms have hot tubs, but it bugs me that I have no one to share it with. This life is fast paced, always on the go and one thing is for sure, it reminds me that there’s no place like home.

Being away from home 18 days out of the month can take its toll on you. I wake up in the middle of the night because my bodies on Eastern Standard Time. We land in Paris at 9 am local time, with a 24hour layover, how do I fit in time for, both rest and site seeing? It may seem like I’m complaining, but I’m really not. When we land back in the states, my bodies sort of on Paris time and I’m tired for the rest of the day. Lots of people ask me how I get over jet lag so quickly… I don’t, I just deal with it.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the lavish hotel stays and the 48 hour layovers in exotic cities, but sometimes I’m longing for home. The food is great and the people are nice, but there’s nothing better than spending all day on my couch watching a Netflix marathon.

No amount of money or scenic view can get me to forget the little space that I’ve curved out for myself. I’m a traveling fool, but ain’t nothing better than walking down the steps to my red door, turning the keys, opening my door, kicking off my shoes, dropping my bags, stripping down to my skimppies and plopping in my bed. I have everything set up just how I want it and it feels like heaven. I close my eyes and think, “There’s no place like home.”

Kissa

Image Credit: Saucy And Sweet, Cooking With Kelis