I’m totally freaked out, and possibly obsessed, by the missing Malaysian airplane.
How can a gigantic plane, with hundreds of people on it, veer so far off course without anyone noticing?
And, how can it then just disappear without a trace?
I’m not a lover of air travel.
I endure air travel.
Given a choice, I avoid window seats on planes and always choose an aisle seat.
I have a fear of heights and of falling …
Dropping out of the sky on a plane would be my worst-possible-most-terrifying nightmare.
If there was a spider on the plane it would *really* add to my horror.
I spent an hour working out at the gym yesterday.
The entire time, I quizzed Baby Face about possible scenarios to explain the missing Malaysian plane.
I think he took great joy in coming up with new scary explanations just so he could see the terror on my face.
At the same time, I’m in the process of packing for a flight to Northern California.
That’s okay, I guess, because I feel pretty confident my upcoming flight will make it to the Bay Area.
Flights go back and forth between Southern and Northern California forty bazillion times a day.
What are the statistical odds of my plane flying from Southern California to the Indian Ocean and then disappearing?
Probably not great ….
Of course, I’ve also been thinking recently about some pretty major photography travel destinations.
I haven’t made any definite plans, but I’ve been thinking about Morocco, Africa, New Zealand, Australia, and many other vaguely-possible future trips.
Being obsessed with faraway photo adventures, and being simultaneously obsessed with a disappearing plane, is causing all sorts of chaos inside my brain.
Is it just me?
Or has the story of the missing plane captivated your attention also?