Stuck on a Plane

By Julianna Bridges

I am on a never-ending plane ride. Well, it feels that way since I have been sitting here for at least an hour and we haven’t moved. We are sitting on the runway and all I can hear is the chatter of people, like in the lunchroom when I was a thirteen in middle school. All I can hear on the plane are people talking about gossip and drama mixed with their plans when they land. I just want to take off already. The flight attendants are like cheetahs oblivious to the world but focused on their job, and fast to come down the aisle when you need something. We have been sitting for two hours now and all I can think about is how this is a metaphor for my life, stuck on a never-ending plane ride. I think about quitting my job every day but I’m stuck. The only reason I stay is because my degree won’t allow me to do anything else, and I definitely don’t have the money to go back to school. I’m stuck because I make a fair amount of money, but I’m unhappy. I want to own a small store but I had chosen to take a job at a bank. I’m stuck in a bank all day and there’s nowhere to go… And then the plane takes off and I know what I need to do. Fly.