How I Rock A Red Eye Flight + My Blue-Whale-Sized Long Distance Relationship
I have been epically blessed with a wonderful boyfriend who just so happens to live on the moon. Ok he’s in London but still. I like to trick myself into thinking we are “SUPER LUCKY” by getting to live in both London and New York City. That is what he refers to as my peppy American/Californian positivity. Yes, I had to go to another continent to find a man that would call me upbeat. I’m not crazy (although I admit this is me brainwashing myself) many people never get to live in cities that awesome. I love calling New York, California and London all my home. However, it does involve a lot of Skype dates, letter writing (No that is not a joke, my bros: receiving a letter in the mail is the ultimate panty dropper) and FLYING. I’m convinced Virgin Atlantic should name at least one jet after us since they rudely haven’t offered to give us unlimited free flights for the remainder of our time apart. Here are my tips for getting on that all-night airplane journey and landing flawless.