Goodness I love airports. What a strange thing to love, right?
I was sick since Monday afternoon, so I skipped school Tuesday and Wednesday, leaving me with a LOT of free-time. To do.. well.. nothing really. After wasting some hours on the computer and xbox, I went into our guest-room/library (pathetic excuse of a library actually...) and dug out some old photos.
For no other reason besides boredom, I dug into this old cabinet that contained the pictures throughout our lives. I was just blazing through these pictures. One after the other, 3 pictures a second, my eyes skimming like mad. Trips to random amusement parks, and the zoo, and that one fun birthday party where this mad-scientist came to perform tricks.
And when I was done, I felt like I re-visited my life once again. The pictures I saw became snapshots in my mind, like the image you get when you pause a video. All those snapshots were then connected in my mind, playing out like a movie. It was an absolute high.
A particular moment I remembered was the midnight we took an escapade to Disney World in Florida. Heading outside before even an inch of sunlight hit the sky. In my cargo shorts, I opened the window during our drive to the airport. The wind blasting around me, traveling through my hair and sending chills throughout my spine. The coolness of early morning wind fluttering through my shirt. What a rush. And the sun now creeping up towards the horizon, illuminating only a patch of the sky while leaving the rest a dark dark navy blue. The yellow-orange street lights that zipped passed me as our car blasted through the highway. A beautiful moment that I cannot forget.
And the airport! Boy, the airport. My brother and I would venture off to the numerous shops. All sorts of places you could imagine. The smell of roasted coffee would fill our noses, yet walking a little further, we would be greeted with smells of tempura fried shrimps. And even further, we would be hit unexpectedly by scents of strange soaps and lotions from a French perfume mart.
But the airport is really a magical place. And I'm thankful I think of it this way (as others probably dread the place). It's a gateway to the world beyond us. The world I envisioned when I was just a toddler was a small place. My world was my house, the playground, and school; and whatever lied in between.
But going to the airport made me feel like an adventurer. The gateway to lands across the seas, where people from all nations filtered through to get wherever they need.
And once again, I'm thankful I view airports this way. They were such an adventure to visit. As adults probably dread the long lines, and the long baggage claim waits, I found beauty in the huge rooms, with complicated machinery everywhere. And strange scents everywhere I walked. And the busy-ness that occurred all around me! Taxis beeping here and there, people scampering with their luggage to get to the other side of the road, people literally dashing through the terminals with briefcases in hand, the loud announcer on the speakers that warned 10 minutes until boarding time. It was so new!
I absolutely love the airport. Sometimes I anticipate visiting the airport more than actually the vacation itself. But it's just the person that I am. I enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoy the destination.
Ahhh!
And when I was done, I felt like I re-visited my life once again. The pictures I saw became snapshots in my mind, like the image you get when you pause a video. All those snapshots were then connected in my mind, playing out like a movie. It was an absolute high.
A particular moment I remembered was the midnight we took an escapade to Disney World in Florida. Heading outside before even an inch of sunlight hit the sky. In my cargo shorts, I opened the window during our drive to the airport. The wind blasting around me, traveling through my hair and sending chills throughout my spine. The coolness of early morning wind fluttering through my shirt. What a rush. And the sun now creeping up towards the horizon, illuminating only a patch of the sky while leaving the rest a dark dark navy blue. The yellow-orange street lights that zipped passed me as our car blasted through the highway. A beautiful moment that I cannot forget.
And the airport! Boy, the airport. My brother and I would venture off to the numerous shops. All sorts of places you could imagine. The smell of roasted coffee would fill our noses, yet walking a little further, we would be greeted with smells of tempura fried shrimps. And even further, we would be hit unexpectedly by scents of strange soaps and lotions from a French perfume mart.
But the airport is really a magical place. And I'm thankful I think of it this way (as others probably dread the place). It's a gateway to the world beyond us. The world I envisioned when I was just a toddler was a small place. My world was my house, the playground, and school; and whatever lied in between.
But going to the airport made me feel like an adventurer. The gateway to lands across the seas, where people from all nations filtered through to get wherever they need.
And once again, I'm thankful I view airports this way. They were such an adventure to visit. As adults probably dread the long lines, and the long baggage claim waits, I found beauty in the huge rooms, with complicated machinery everywhere. And strange scents everywhere I walked. And the busy-ness that occurred all around me! Taxis beeping here and there, people scampering with their luggage to get to the other side of the road, people literally dashing through the terminals with briefcases in hand, the loud announcer on the speakers that warned 10 minutes until boarding time. It was so new!
I absolutely love the airport. Sometimes I anticipate visiting the airport more than actually the vacation itself. But it's just the person that I am. I enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoy the destination.
Ahhh!
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