The airport has always been my second home. I have been flying on my own since I was 5 from DFW to LGA. The innate nature of the airport has dissolved into my being. People from all over the world come to this little place to find their next adventure somewhere else. The frenzied excitement of passengers taking a break from reality to venture to a fantasy land of vacation, the business people just enjoying the few hours of calmness before they are forced into the chaotic hustle called life, and the lovers with half their hearts anxiously waiting to feel whole again. The airport is a place of paused adventure. It’s an in between. The hardest part of the airports heart is the goodbye center. It’s the part that has made saying goodbye so much harder. It’s the baby girl embracing her fathers uniformed leg begging him to stay in fear he won’t come home to kiss her goodnight. Its standing on the curb with the love of your life forcing yourself to face the person you can’t live without is the person you have to. Its leaving a trip that inspired the rest of your life. The airport is the in between to the hellos and goodbyes, reality and fantasy, and adventure. This place is my in between adventure land.
Lauren
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