Flying

So I have passed the 3 year mark of my clipped wings. I am no longer a flight attendant. For so many years it defined me.  People would ask what I did for a living and I replied I am a flight attendant. Now, I just say I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.  I am a home maker, friend, sister, daughter, favorite aunt, and wife. Yet none of these things define me.  What I miss about my old job is the friends and the being gone. It was also one of the things I disliked about the job... being gone. So go figure.  One of these days I will post some of my favorite stories of work.... Coffee, tea, or me?