There’s something unforgettable about your first long-haul as cabin crew — the early call time, the uniform check, the nerves (and excitement) that won’t let you sleep the night before. For me, that first experience was New York City. And let me tell you, it couldn’t have been more perfect.
As a supernumerary (SNY), I wasn’t working the full flight — I was there to observe, learn, and soak up the entire long-haul rhythm. It was surreal. Walking through JFK in uniform for the first time, badge shining, hair slicked, and thinking: “I actually did it. I’m cabin crew — in New York.”
The crew were lovely and welcoming, showing me the ropes and answering every question I had (I had a lot). Even with jet lag creeping in, the excitement kept me going.
You know how New York always looks like a film? It’s exactly that. Loud, bold, chaotic, iconic. No yellow taxis though, honking horns, steam rising from the street grates — it all felt cinematic.
As crew, your time might be limited but you can definitely explore!
Despite being tired, I was buzzing. I walked blocks and blocks, just taking it all in:
I hopped on the cheap Staten Island Ferry and got the most stunning view of the Statue of Liberty and lower Manhattan — it was cold af as it was snowing but it was magic.
One thing about me? I’ll always find good food, even if I’m running on 3 hours of sleep.
One thing about me is I am going to listen to a friend who understand my tastebuds and when my friend Aaron told me to try this place – I had to!
Thin, crispy, cheesy perfection. Folded in half, eaten on the street like a true local. Simple. Iconic.
It was everything. Soft, fresh, filled with cream cheese and smoked salmon. A proper NYC breakfast.
From street level to skyline, New York has some of the most jaw-dropping scenes. I stood on the Brooklyn Bridge at golden hour thinking, “This is my job now?” Unreal.
New Yorkers are in their own world, but that energy is infectious. Everyone’s got somewhere to be, something to say — it made me want to do more, see more, be more.
I didn’t go mad, but I popped into the Nike store (covers face) and got a tiny NYC souvenir for my shadow box.
If you’re crew and it’s your first long-haul to JFK, here’s what I learned:
This trip was more than a city break. It was my first big flight. My intro to long-haul life. A reminder that dreams do come true — in full uniform, passport in hand, and a layover in one of the most iconic cities in the world.
Have you done your first long-haul yet? Or got EWR/JFK coming up soon? Let me know in the comments or DM me on @travelwithtillyah. I’d love to share tips or hear your SNY stories!
Love and hugs,
Tillyah x