Little Thing: Those precious moments on a cross-continent flight when your aisle seat neighbor is in the bathroom and you get to stand and stretch.
Medium Thing: Air travel.
Hurtling across the sky in a giant metal tube, who woulda thunk it? If we could hurtle faster I might consider making this a Big Thing.
Big Thing: My parents.
I don’t want to get sappy here, so just insert all the sap you can and assume it’s something I would have written, or at least agree with. I’m between jobs right now and spending a week sitting on their couch. This is going to be the best week of couch sitting ever.
Still amazes me that I can squish into a big, winged tube with a 150 or so fellow travelers in the morning and by end of the day at most, be somewhere very far away. Helps that my Grandma used to tell me stories about the first car, phone and airplane (among other things) she ever saw as a girl. Now I can just ride over, pay my fare and fly away to wherever without any serious trouble. Amazingness.