My husband, Josh The Pilot, is a pilot, and as he is a pilot, we live an unconventional life. He’s home, and then he’s not. He’s coming back, and then he isn’t. Sometimes he’s home for four days in a row, but for the most part, he’s gone for six.
His job with an airline means that we may fly standby, which means that we don’t have to buy a ticket, but it also means that only if there is room on the airplane for us, we clamber on at the last possible second. Sometimes I fly first class from Cincinnati to Colorado Springs with a real ceramic mug for tea.