theres something about airports that stirs up many thoughts and emotions within me.
people arriving. people rushing. people tripping over when they run over newly mopped floor. people yelling at the people behind the counter. people ordering coffee. people buzzing in security. people leaving. families splitting. couples coming back together. people. everywhere.
the excitement within the walls is almost tangible. makes me want to travel, and maybe never come back. i become a different person when i'm there, and my mood can change in a split second, despite the fact that generally, i'm pretty emotionless. i never miss people when i know i'll see them again, but then there's fear that i won't, or something will happen to them, even though i know it'll be fine.
i love going to airports. they prove to me i'm a normal, feeling person.
