Why do I like them so much? It's hard to tell. There are really so many reasons.
Mostly, I feel like airports are full of pivotal moments. Life-changing ones. They're places of sweet hellos and bitter goodbyes. Places of promise for a return, places of anguish for an uncertain reunion.
They are the pit stops of any adventure. I love the bustle, the chaos, and the adrenaline. I love the homecomings. I love talking to strangers on my flight.
On an airplane or in an airport- those are two places in America where I will still be able to ask someone, "Where are you from?" Because I've realized how much I'm going to miss that. Often times when we travel out in Shanghai and meet a non-Asian person, that's the first question out of our mouths.
In Ohio, I just assume everyone is from there because most of them are. I won't have that instant bond with a person because we're cut from the same cloth of being a fearless traveler who dares to brave the elements of an unknown country and culture. I have something in common with people from forty-some odd countries.
Now, I only wish that airports didn't have stipulations against smuggling children. I'm waiting for the wave of emotion to hit me, actually. Because lately, I haven't been that sad about leaving. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm the first person to cry about a situation, or anything, really. I love them with my whole heart and I do understand that I'll never see them again... So why the lack of hysterics? I have taught them well and they have taught me more than I ever knew I could learn, especially from people less than half my age.
Maybe I'm just okay with the fact that it's supposed to be this way. I met their adorable little selves because I had a purpose to serve in their lives and they in mine. For now, that purpose has been fulfilled.
Maybe, it is just well with my soul.
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| Holding hands with my favorite <3 |
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