The Moment of Truth

In a Giant Metal Bird to Dallas

From my spot in seat 12D on that much-awaited flight, I took a bird’s-eye-view tour of Indianapolis and said “sayonara,” because I was heading off to be part of the COOLEST INTERNSHIP ON THE PLANET!

I was so pumped to be traveling again, especially towards an opportunity that could open up mounds of possibilities down the road! So utterly pumped was I that I began sweating to the point of being THAT airplane passenger. Ya know…the one that smells like peanuts and armpit.

Upon descending into Dallas, I actually grabbed the vomit bag in the seat pocket in front of me; my anticipation of meeting the marketing team and, of course, my travel buddy was causing me incredible bouts of nausea…the good kind. Don’t worry, I didn’t use the bag. I’m a champ.

Hanging out beside the baggage claim, hat tilted back, bags dangling from his wandering frame, there was Chris, my travel pal. We pulled a “cheesy movie” moment and ran to each other in slow motion, embracing at the meeting point with a much awaited “Yeah boy! Finally! We’re doin this!”

And thus began our evening with the marketing team of STA. They hooked us up with a swanky hotel (knowing we weren’t going to have it that posh for a while) and took us out for glorious Mexican food. The collaborations of the evening reverberated incredible enthusiasm for the task to come: world travel and the documentation of its awe-striking wonders.