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Maybe a bit dumb, but I absolutely love regional airplanes and travel. There's something incredibly intimate about being in a noisy, small airplane buzzing around the United States, a big difference in comparison to the many international flights I took throughout my young years. Decided to write a little something about my first time in one of these city hoppers:
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"Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the seatbelt sign. Please return to your seat and fasten your seatbelts."
I shake awake with a snort. My head is spinning, and for a brief second I forget where I am.
With the buzzing remains of the coma-like sleep finally subsiding, I look out the window. It was near midnight, and the sparse lights of Eastern Maryland were passing by below. We were lower than I expected, and I kick myself for not waking up sooner. I rub my face. I check on my little brother next to me, and he's still knocked out. My 17-year old self feels pretty cool, flying without our parents. I figure I'll let him sleep.
As we begin our approach into SBY, I can hear the airplane getting itself ready, almost as if it was waking up itself. It's an incredibly comforting sound. The engines calm down, and we start our final approach. All I can see is darkness below, but I know we're close. Before I know it, I see the christmas lights that make up the runway of the tiny airport. We touch down firmly. The engines go in reverse, and sparks fly off of our wheels.
I rub my face again, and look at my watch. The drive home to Milton will take about an hour. I nudge my little brother awake, and start to pack our things.
