kenjisan

What I love, what I hate

I love that first moment in an airport, just before a trip is about to begin. The PA system echoes overhead something urgent in an inevitably soothing voice: "Last call for LA... last call." Small motored vehicles beep as they pass. Everyone is about to begin an adventure, or is returning home from one. Anticipation and release.

I hate the actual travel part. The turbulance on take off, landing, and everything in between. Babies crying, ears popping, I want to sleep but can't settle my head. Everything is swollen and the movie is never great, even when it's a great movie. We're told to appreciate the journey (I guess metaphorically speaking), but sometimes the journey is too much. Plane trips are like this for me.

And finally, I love the touch down. Deboarding. Stepping out into either an unfamiliar airport, or one I call home. Either way, it's refreshing. The adventure is just beginning, or just ending. And I'm part of that intangible feeling I first had stepping in here at the beginning.