Photography by Brianne Lee

Photography by Brianne Lee

Gateways to Adventure

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

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.

Dear October,

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Dear October,

It's really good to see you. Don't tell the others, but you've always been my favorite. Your warm, golden tones and crisp weather fill my heart with nostalgia and my mind with memories of pumpkin picking and cool nights curled up with a blanket and hot apple cider.

In only two weeks, I turn twenty one. Goodness. Where does the time go? I thought I would feel a little apprehensive. Twenty one sounds like an age where I'm supposed to have everything together, know what I want in life and where I'm going. 

But alas...I don't have everything together, I still have no idea what I want and I don't know where I'll be an hour from now, let alone the years to come. 

But I think that's okay. Instead, I feel incredibly appreciative. I'm happy to be where I am. To be able to appreciate the fall breeze that is softly brushing through my hair as I write. So here's to the little things. To being here. To appreciating every second.

I'm ready for you October, lets make twenty one the best yet.

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