There are so many reasons, but the most important may be the idea of just letting go. The minute the plane takes off we're all moving on a trajectory that we can't control. For me it's a very freeing feeling. That said, I do realize there are people who can't fly because of that loss of control. The minute the cabin door closes it's all out of my hands--all the trip details have been taken care of, we remembered our passports and our credit cards are safe in our wallets. Our trip is now underway, and I've ordered my first glass of wine!
As much as I love to fly, leaving on that jet plane means we eventually have to come back home again.
On the flight back from the Bahamas this year we flew into frigid New Jersey. It's hard to explain the heartbreak that begins to creep in as the bright blue water turns to deep green and the palm trees morph into shipping container cranes.