Nine months later…
(Hosea)
OUT OF ALL the countries I’ve been in since I began working as a flight attendant, Paris has always been my favorite. I like the clean, vibrant and nostalgic vibes of the city. I like the weather. I like the food and the drinks. But what I like the most about Paris is that no one knows me here. I can do whatever I want and be whatever I want without the restraints of my upbringing.
I usually get in a good mood when our flight is bound to Paris. We always get two weeks off that we can use to tour around while waiting for our next scheduled flight. My friends and I have already planned where we will stay this time. We were supposed to be a group of six. But something happened and now only the three of us pushed through our plan.
“Ah… the smell of Paris is amaz
