http://joncwriter.livejournal.com/2005/08/02/In which, ten years ago, I flew on a commercial airline for the first time. Why I waited until I was 34 to do so, I'm not sure...I guess I didn't have much reason to before then. It was also the first time I'd left the continental US (not including a brief sojourn into Canada as a youth when my family drove around the top of Lake Champlain). That time it was off to Scotland for Worldcon.
I've flown many times since then...out here to California to look for apartments and then move in, back east to visit friends and family, both up and down the west coast to Los Angeles, Portland and Seattle, twice to Heathrow to visit London, and once to Paris. Oh, and once down to Arizona for a wedding!
After ten years, I have to say I love flying. I'm not the biggest fan of the occasional lack of leg room, I can get twitchy, and I've had great luck (Virgin) and not so great luck (Canadian Air), but once I'm up there and flying, I quite enjoy it. Still say the best flight was up to Seattle, in which I got a window seat and managed to see at least a dozen different well known natural points of interest along the way.
