Walking through the airport on my way to get breakfast, I was struck out of autopilot mode by the realization that I won’t be doing this again for quite some time. I was on my last trip for business!
Initially, this pleased me. I have spent so many hours in airports over the last few years that I know them inside out. In one respect, there is comfort in the knowledge that I will get a nice long break from air travel. Another side of me knows that I’ll miss it eventually, when the wanderlust returns. Interestingly, I feel more comfortable walking around airports than I do big cities. They may be awful, energy draining bureaucratic establishments, but, I know them and I understand how they work! Boredom, anger, happiness, relief, anxiety… all words that can be used to describe my airport experiences over the years.