As my 25th year of life came to a close, another year is marked off while those pending bucket list items are still awaiting their turn. A few years ago (6?ish?) I started making one of my larger bucket list items a priority, Traveling. There's no greater time than now, or so I convinced myself as I decided to check another one off the list.
This past weekend, I did something. Something that was probably the scariest thing I've ever done, and perhaps will ever do. I voluntarily jumped out of a plane.
Let's let that sink in.
The company we went through was Twin Cities Sky Dive. We arrived at noon, signed our life away and sat outside to watch the show until it was our turn to take the plunge. We waited for around an hour for our name to be called, and in what felt like 5 minutes flat we were in the air. Strapped onto our fearless tandem leader who cracked jokes while nerves took over our bodies. From the time we got to 13,000 ft in the plane, until the time the parachute broke open mid fall was the longest 45 seconds of my life. It was an out of body experience I just can't explain.
Once the parachute broke open, I was able to stop screaming and took a look around at this beautiful place we call Earth. It was truly amazing. 13,000 feet in the air, the earth looked like a fake image out of Google Earth. Acres of farmland looked like small squares, and homes were blurry dots. In the distance I could see the faint skyline of Minneapolis, all the way from Baldwin, WI. It was beautiful; fall colors are my favorite. As I pulled the parachute cords to twirl us down back to earth I saw the boyfriend below me landing. After about 5 minutes flying through the crisp fall air, we slid on our behinds back onto earth.
Because of this, one item was recently crossed out on the 'ol bucket list, and one was deleted. Skydive, CHECK! Bungee Jump, HECK NO! *nervous cringe*