i used to really like airports when i was a young girl. i found it neat to get someone to drive out to the airport and just watch the planes coming and going. i liked wondering about all the people and what their stories were all about.
then later, as an adult, i started traveling in planes and airports weren't so romantic anymore. there was lost luggage and missed connections and that over night stay at o'hare. i was leaving home for the first time...going off to be a married woman. it was gut wrenching saying good bye to my mother. it was one of the hardest things for me emotionally, but a rite of passage i suppose.
since then airports have become associated with big drama for me. i was always leaving, it seamed.
lindberg field, the airport in san diego. i always cried when i arrived there even when i was happy to be going home.
i think airports have changed a lot since 911. i haven't been flying since then.
can't things of what else to say about airports except to mention over priced food and bad coffee.
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