I just figured out that I boarded enough planes last month to have a flight nearly every other day during the month of May. To commemorate my journeys here’s a photo of the last plane I boarded during the month of May on a flight home from Chicago. It’s a blessing and a curse. I love going to new and familiar places, but I’d be happy if I never have to pack all my liquids in one small quart size bag, lug laptops around, and squeeze into coach class.