And of course it was. When I compare aviation to other passions of mine, it is indeed more expensive. But the opportunity that it allows is incredible. And so the plane that I got for six grand and keep alive on a teacher’s salary is worth holding onto. To soar among the clouds, to be in the brotherhood of all who take machines into the air, to be able to look up at the clouds and sky and think, I’ve spent a lot of time up there. It’s a different sort of existence once I knew how to fly. Sort of like someone who’s walked on the moon is forever changed in that they can look up at the moon we all see, but they see the one they walked on, the one they’ve been to. If I’m not going to the moon, at least I’ve been amongst the clouds.