I love the airport. I know that's a very weird statement to probably most everyone out there. But there's something so exciting about the airport for me. All the possibilities! So many places to go!
I dream about one day waking up and heading to the airport spontaneously and jumping on a place to go somewhere, anywhere.
I'm not immune to the crowds or anything. Or to the sometimes unfriendly staff or the long lines at security, but somehow I still feel like a wide-eyed little kid whenever I'm headed there. People have told me that the more I'm travel the less I'll feel that way. But I feel like I've travelled a bit, for work and for play. It hasn't gone away yet and I really hope it doesn't. I kinda like that I can enjoy all the little parts of the trip.
I love the plane ride. I know, now I've lost everyone completely. Maybe it's just me, but I love the anonymity of the flight. Sitting there curled up in my extra large cashmere scarf, (a special gift from my aunt when I moved to London), a new book or magazine that I treated myself to. In less than a day I'm in a new place. It doesn't get any better than that. Especially when family or friends are on the other side.
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