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Airports are an amazing gathering place, mostly just for coming and going, and not for staying very long (unless you are blessed with good eateries in your home town ports!!!). Inside those buildings, more specifically, inside the heads of the “transitioners” are a wide array of emotions and reasons for being there......they can range from the bleakest of feelings to the most exciting, happy ones.
The majority of the time we fly revolves around business, vacation and visiting loved ones. All three can invoke feelings of excitement, joy, and anticipation. But if the reasons for travel are on the downside.....possibly a problem to be resolved, illness or worse, and maybe because someone has to leave for a long period of time, airports can be a place of some sorrow.......the very thought of saying goodbye to the ones we care about the most is often very difficult. Sometimes it’s painful for other reasons - someone is missing luggage or has to reroute a flight. I’ve been fortunate in that regard, but have still felt anguish of leaving someone or some folks, experiencing some “administrative” issues (where’s my suitcase???) and so on.
On the other hand, usually the airport is the place where smiling faces prevail
......people visiting or returning to loved ones; people going on exciting vacations; people off to new adventures; each of which case the world is a great, big “full of hope and fun” playground. And I love airport environments; the very idea of going on a huge flying object to go to some faraway place, in such a short period of time. In fact when I was young, sometimes we’d go to the airport just to watch the planes take off, wondering where everyone was going, and why. And often I’d be wishing I was on that next flight to somewhere...... to a place where someone awaits me, or where the sun would be my friend, or a place where a new, exciting venture was about to happen.
My airport experiences have almost always been good. I love the energy (okay, some folks are sleeping in between flights), both physically and mentally, with full concentration of the day ahead. I especially love the adrenaline jolt just before your loved ones return.
Okay on the downside, I have been in some airports far too long, and as I have already posted elsewhere, on a trip to Europe we not only had to sprint our way to catch a couple of flights (and sit there all sweaty for an hour or so), but I also got separated from my family because I walked though the wrong door to go to the washroom. That was almost a disaster, but we somehow pulled off meeting up only moments before the flight back to Canada.....(believe me, my family has never forgotten that particular error in judgement!!!:hammer
Next time you go to the airport, take a look around and imagine all the stories in progress and waiting to be told. Catch the excitement. Hope everyone is coming or going for good reasons. Feel the vibes that an airport can provide like few other places. In a world full of normal, everyday stuff, the airport contains possibilities, fulfilment of plans, and the realization of dreams.
The majority of the time we fly revolves around business, vacation and visiting loved ones. All three can invoke feelings of excitement, joy, and anticipation. But if the reasons for travel are on the downside.....possibly a problem to be resolved, illness or worse, and maybe because someone has to leave for a long period of time, airports can be a place of some sorrow.......the very thought of saying goodbye to the ones we care about the most is often very difficult. Sometimes it’s painful for other reasons - someone is missing luggage or has to reroute a flight. I’ve been fortunate in that regard, but have still felt anguish of leaving someone or some folks, experiencing some “administrative” issues (where’s my suitcase???) and so on.
On the other hand, usually the airport is the place where smiling faces prevail
......people visiting or returning to loved ones; people going on exciting vacations; people off to new adventures; each of which case the world is a great, big “full of hope and fun” playground. And I love airport environments; the very idea of going on a huge flying object to go to some faraway place, in such a short period of time. In fact when I was young, sometimes we’d go to the airport just to watch the planes take off, wondering where everyone was going, and why. And often I’d be wishing I was on that next flight to somewhere...... to a place where someone awaits me, or where the sun would be my friend, or a place where a new, exciting venture was about to happen. My airport experiences have almost always been good. I love the energy (okay, some folks are sleeping in between flights), both physically and mentally, with full concentration of the day ahead. I especially love the adrenaline jolt just before your loved ones return.
Okay on the downside, I have been in some airports far too long, and as I have already posted elsewhere, on a trip to Europe we not only had to sprint our way to catch a couple of flights (and sit there all sweaty for an hour or so), but I also got separated from my family because I walked though the wrong door to go to the washroom. That was almost a disaster, but we somehow pulled off meeting up only moments before the flight back to Canada.....(believe me, my family has never forgotten that particular error in judgement!!!:hammer
Next time you go to the airport, take a look around and imagine all the stories in progress and waiting to be told. Catch the excitement. Hope everyone is coming or going for good reasons. Feel the vibes that an airport can provide like few other places. In a world full of normal, everyday stuff, the airport contains possibilities, fulfilment of plans, and the realization of dreams.
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