A letter to the airport…
Airports are a happy place (I must not travel enough). I’ve always had different energy for the airport. I am not one to arrive last minute (some thrive off being savvy) – I like showing up early — international or domestic — I believe your time at the airport plays a crucial role in the travel process.
I love the anonymity in an airport. No one knows who I am. No one has any idea where I’m going and why. I could be anyone in an airport.
Baggage wheels on the sidewalk, flight details over the intercom – “all of those are comforting reminders that I am either almost home or soon to be somewhere new and exciting.”
“Airports are places of bookends: new beginnings and long-awaited endings, arrivals and departures, hellos and goodbyes. We start in one city to end in another hundred or a thousand miles away”
Want human emotion? Watch families reunite at arrivals or say goodbye at departures.
The knowledge that soon there will be thousands of people traveling again makes me excited.
As soon as you step into an airport, a new chapter begins.
The greatest realization — when I arrive back home from being away, I’m never the same person as when I left – I’m looking forward to this again.