Limburg Cathedral, Germany, April 2019

About two and a half years ago, Gwyn started flight training. We took the leap for him to become an airline pilot. It was exciting, expensive, and one of those things in life that feels overwhelming, but right. It was his dream, and I was not going to be the one to hold him back.

Now here we are — or rather, I’m in Ogden, and Gwyn’s in Dallas — and it’s about to begin. Gwyn’s training with a regional carrier for American Airlines, and I’m holding up the fort back home for Duke and I.

I woke up this morning to a text from Gwyn: “E-175 out of Dallas!”

Before he flew to training yesterday, we had already decided which hub we would choose for him to fly out of:

1. Dallas
2. Chicago
3. Miami
4. New York

Gwyn would get to pick his aircraft and his base in order of seniority. Because he signed up early as a cadet, I imagine he got to pick pretty quickly. We haven’t had the chance to talk about exactly what happened yet because he’s training all day.

I have a lot of thoughts running through my mind — where will we live, will we rent, will we buy — and when exactly are we going to make this all happen?

I don’t have answers yet, which is not my favorite thing to be living in the unknown, but we’re moving this summer and we’re moving to Dallas! That’s more than I could tell you a day ago.

So if any of you have any suggestions on cute towns near the DFW airport, send them my way. This crazy pilot life is just getting started. I’ll continue to run my business, and Gwyn will be flying the jets. Fasten your seatbelts.

Hangar photos from May 2018