As I sat at the airport last week waiting for my flight to Seattle,
Washington, I realized just how much airports captivate me.
Perhaps it’s the noise of baggage wheels clacking on the moving sidewalk, the rip of a boarding pass being torn off, or the sound of a passport being stamped. All are comforting reminders that I am either almost home or soon to be somewhere new and exciting.
Perhaps it’s the atmosphere. Airports are filled with so much raw emotion. Joyful reunions. Tearful separations. Anxious faces.
Perhaps it’s the feeling of being surrounded by other individuals who are also leaving their homes behind, hungry to discover what else the world has to offer them.
For me, an airport serves as my escape. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life at home, but there is always something exhilarating about leaving what you knew behind and discovering something new. A change in scenery, if you will.
To put it simply, airports are my happy place. I’m the girl who likes to show up at least three hours before her flight — international or domestic, it doesn’t matter — just to spend a bit of extra time in the terminal. I could probably spend the entire day there and never get bored.
You see an airport begins, continues, and ends a journey. They are gateways to infinite possibilities. Gateways to something else, something exciting, somewhere new, and maybe somewhere better. We start in one city to end in another hundreds or even thousands of miles away. Enter from a desert and exit into a blizzard. In from familiarity, out into something completely foreign.
As soon as you step into an airport, a whole new chapter to your story begins.
Perhaps it’s the noise of baggage wheels clacking on the moving sidewalk, the rip of a boarding pass being torn off, or the sound of a passport being stamped. All are comforting reminders that I am either almost home or soon to be somewhere new and exciting.
Perhaps it’s the atmosphere. Airports are filled with so much raw emotion. Joyful reunions. Tearful separations. Anxious faces.
Perhaps it’s the feeling of being surrounded by other individuals who are also leaving their homes behind, hungry to discover what else the world has to offer them.
For me, an airport serves as my escape. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life at home, but there is always something exhilarating about leaving what you knew behind and discovering something new. A change in scenery, if you will.
To put it simply, airports are my happy place. I’m the girl who likes to show up at least three hours before her flight — international or domestic, it doesn’t matter — just to spend a bit of extra time in the terminal. I could probably spend the entire day there and never get bored.
You see an airport begins, continues, and ends a journey. They are gateways to infinite possibilities. Gateways to something else, something exciting, somewhere new, and maybe somewhere better. We start in one city to end in another hundreds or even thousands of miles away. Enter from a desert and exit into a blizzard. In from familiarity, out into something completely foreign.
As soon as you step into an airport, a whole new chapter to your story begins.
