I have been traveling a lot for business; in fact, by the end of this week I will have been in 10 states in the month of April. For someone who rarely left the state of Ohio in the past four years, this is a lot to get used to…
But I love it.
I love being able to head in to an airport and within a few hours (or minutes… I was running a little late this morning), be whisked away to a new place. I also love the beauty of airports. Most people hate them because they are a giant symbol of order and lines, of waiting and testing patience. I like them because for however long you are in one, you are in the same boat as everyone else.
You are all going somewhere, you are all packing up items you deem important and valuable and hoping on a transportation device that honestly doesn’t seem like it should fly. Every person in an airport is going somewhere, so, for that brief period in time, you are all the same.
It’s kind of amazing isn’t it?
I mean the beauty of airports gets easily ruined by the imbeciles in the security line and the screaming child three rows behind you on your 5-hour flights, or when you drew the short straw and have to sit middle seat and the assholes on either side of you feel entitled to take both armrests… those moments can ruin anyone’s day. But I still love to look for the beauty in airports.
They are all so different, from Chicago to Cleveland to the gorgeous Zurich airport, everyone of them is completely different and still exactly the same.
They are all an escape… so where are you heading?