Airports depress me.
They have meant several different things in my life. When I was very little, they were boring places where we waited to greet someone from far away. The new arrivals would be tired, overburdened with luggage and impatient to leave.
When I was a little older, they were exciting places. Places where I got to turn my back on my regular life and fly to exotic locations, to return with exciting stories and wonderful memories. This time I got to do the leaving. People came to see me off and came again to meet me coming back.
Not long after that, airports were places where my heart was turned to ashes in my chest, where my eyes ached from crying, where rage battled despair and where pain decimated me. I was leaving and I was left. There was no one there for me.
Now, they are simply places I pass through on the way to another client meeting. They are cold and clinical, filled with souls in suits too engrossed in their cellular or palm pilot to notice much around them. I leave, I arrive, it makes little difference.
There is no one there to greet me.
Remind me to give you a hug and a kiss goodbye next time you leave the office.
yeah, but it's not always going to be this way and your own history proves it.
how do you think the hare krishnas feel?
Consider yourself virtually ((greeted)) today! ;-)
Alright, so that didn't work. But it was an honest try.
The Duchess
Airports are emotional minefields. Its an unnatural place, you don't "go" to an airport to hang out with your friends in the same way as like, a pub. And you don't go leaving your best mates behind at the pub.
What a poetic airport entry; I wish my entries had such style; I think the term is poetic. Airports, I avoid them unless I am guilted into going by somebody who needs to have company until it is time to board the plane. Fortunely that person got married and had children so this issue is would be lost baggage.
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If I could, I would meet you and see you off at times like these. Hug you hello and kiss you [like a sister] good bye. It is a shame that you can't go to see clients in the same cities that you have friends to be there for you. That kind of traveling must get lonely.
This weekend, I will be using an airport to go visit my love, CalmSilence, in Dallas. He will be waiting to hug me when I step off the plane. So I can't help but think of airports as lovely places this week.
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