My family traveled a fair bit growing up, but we always drove. My first time flying wasn’t until I was working in North Carolina for 9 months and decided I wanted to be home for Christmas. I had the money at the time and needed to be back to work after so decided to fly.
That was December 24th – 27th 2009. (4 planes total.)
Next was another trip home mid-April to see my girlfriend perform in her senior recital. I don’t remember the exact departure days of week and don’t feel like looking it up so let’s just say it was April 16th – 13th 2010. (4 planes.)
Next plane ride was October. I had finished my co-op by then but Stacey was then doing her internship in NC so I wanted to visit and take her out on the town for a weekend. That was October 22nd – 24th 2010. (4 planes.)
Then I went to the career fair at RIT and shook a bunch of hands and convinced one of them to have their company fly me to Florida for an on-site interview. That was November 6th – 7th 2010 or something like that. (4 planes.)
Then for _that_ Christmas, Stacey came up to us all in NY and I flew back with her for New Years. That was December 27th 2010 to January 3rd 2011. (2 planes, my first ever direct flights.)
Then not too long ago I got another company so bedazzled that they flew me to Texas. That was February 28th – March 1st 2011. (4 planes, and a total of 14 hours in various airports. My first time dealing with delays.)
Now, I am in a plane in Detroit about to fly back to my personal version of home. We have had a saying this last year or so, “Home is where the Stacey is.” Now how is moving back to NY and I will be there to help with that. That was (is) today. (2 planes.)
That is a grand total of 24 plane trips. In a time span of less then 16 months. I think that is pretty neat. All in a desperate rush and need to try to get closer to home.