I absolutely love… airports. Some people think I look at things too poetically but I have an obsession with airports and let me tell you why:
Airports are love. There is so much love in hellos and goodbyes. In the moments you know that you will be without that person for some time. The way people cry and pour their hearts into kisses and hugs is beautiful. The way people run and grab their loved ones as if they forgot what it felt like to feel that person in their arms. Nervous people looking around waiting for that moment where they get to bridge that gap. Watching such forms of emotion unfolding is something so...raw is perhaps the best word. People are never as honest about opening their hearts as they are in those final moments of a goodbye and the joyous moments of hellos.
Airports are connection. This is not meant in the sense of flight connections. That was just an inadvertent pun that worked in my favor, yay! Connection allows us to go from one side of the world to another. It is boarding a flight and waking up in a new country, linking you to everything that has yet to be experienced. It happens when you sit next to stranger on the same flight and hear their story. Of how they are visiting their daughter that they haven’t seen in years or of a recent divorcee in their first instances of freedom. They are connection to people and places that make traveling soothing for the soul.
Airports are possibilities. They are movement to new starts, in giving you the chance to reinvent, to change, to broaden yourself. Airports are the catalyst to experiment with the feeling of starting with a blank slate, where the possibilities are open to you in whatever manner you wish to receive them. The excitement builds when you arrive at an airport perhaps because you know that you won’t return the same person.