I'm learning to fly, Jazz. Basically my gf moved out and left me and I needed to radically reinvent myself or I was just gonna rot forever. So i started getting flying lessons. Shit is fucking expensive. I enjoy it though. There are moments where I feel totally overwhelmed, and flying in summer fucking sucks cause of how bumpy it is, but there have been moments where I just feel amazing doing it. I'm lucky there's a place pretty close to me I can do this. Accelerating a Cessna down a runway is one of those true "holy SHIT" moments the first few times you do it.

Its doing a lot to keep me together mentally at the moment. Am I gonna make it? I don't know. My instructor is a good dude and says I have a good grasp on things but I still dunno wtf I'm doing half the time. Its early days though. I like to finish what I start, so hopefully I'm gonna make it. Either that or I'm gonna crash and burn, literally. I can think of less memorable ways to go.

Travelling from Bentley cum Arsey, Yorkshire to Troon Knob, Mashpee, Massachusetts.
Please be seated for takeoff.