Since I was 7 years old, I dreamed about being a writer, which I am now. When I was 16, I dreamed about becoming a stewardess, which I am now as well.
So at this time, I think it would be pretty cool to be in the front of the plane (iso in the back with the pax), fly the thing (iso being flown) and have my meals and coffee served by my current collegues (iso serving the cockpit crew with help of my collegues).
But somehow, although I was good at maths and science in high school, I think the job of commercial airliner pilot is way over my head.
So maybe I should keep my next dream levelled to owning my own private jet and a handsome husband who flies it for me.
