Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
I’ve packed, I’m excited and I’m on my way to America!
During the drive to the airport, a quadrillion things are running through my mind: did I unplug my flatiron? Of course I did, it was the last thing I packed in my suitcase. . . Did I unplug the water cooker? Make sure all the garbage cans are empty? Let all the relevant folks know I’d be out of town?
Not sure if I really locked my front door, I feel like a complete idiot after driving several blocks and asking the taxi driver to drive me back so I can calm my neurosis and do a double check. “I’ve forgotten something,” I tell him. I sling the shoulder strap of my laptop over my left shoulder and my purse over my right as I open the door and say, “I’ll be right back.” He can’t be angry- he does after all have his meter running and anyway, better he be mad than me.
Finally I’ve arrive at the airport and check my baggage. I periodically dig in my purse for my iPhone to make sure I haven’t absentmindedly left it somewhere. I open my laptop. I read. I write. I enjoy flying. I wait for boarding.
Settled in my seat, I fasten my seat belt, close my eyes and smile in anticipation. It’s such a high voltage feeling flying to see my family and friends, and for me, it all starts right here. In a minute I’ll be taking off my shoes, putting on cheap airplane I don’t care about how funky they get because I’ll be tossing them after this flight anyway socks, having a drink, eating some snacks, watching a movie, having a meal, watching another movie and probably dozing off. Soon I will arrive at my destination.
MY destination. . .
This replay of how I reach my destination I know like the lines in the palm of my hand. I can tell it over and over again because the basic elements of the journey don’t change. Over the years, it has played out time and again.
I’m not travelling at this writing, the point is that my story, this scenario, the anticipation, the taxi ride, the airplane socks – I’m sure many of the passengers on Flight MH370 experienced some of these pre flight moments too.
And now they’re gone.
I really can’t even begin to imagine this nightmare, so can somebody help me understand what the hell happened to this airplane? It has to be somewhere!
Grief stricken family members are waiting – 13 days now – for their loved ones, just as Mama, Dani and Mädchen have waited so many times for me. I can not imagine the pure anguish, the pure unadulterated anguish – for everyone involved.
The last time they say a plane just disappeared off the radar never to be found again was nearly 50 years ago in 1965 when an Argentinian military airliner vanished with 69 people on board.
More than two dozen countries are involved in the effort to find Flight MH370 and end the uncertainty as to what happened.
Vanished without a trace.
Real people with stories to tell like you and me. . .