Why This Website

I still remember my first flight, a short hop that felt like a journey to another universe. At ten years old, my nose was practically glued to the cold plastic window. The violent, thrilling roar of the engines and the sudden push back into my seat as we raced down the runway stole my breath. Then, the miracle: watching the world I knew—my house, my school, my entire city—shrink into a perfect, miniature map. Cars became ants and rivers turned into silvery threads. In that moment, sealed in a metal tube high above the clouds, I wasn't just a kid on a plane; I was an explorer. A profound sense of wonder clicked into place inside me, a silent promise that there was a vast, beautiful world waiting. That first takeoff didn't just lift a plane; it launched a lifelong passion.