Thoughts of a Traveller
I apologize if there are any typos or if some of my sentences don't make sense--I'm writing this on my phone and it's just not the same as a computer keyboard and a large screen. I always say I don't like flying, and that is mostly true. I mostly don't like the barefoot shuffle through security, the cramped seating on the plane ( for those of us who don't fly first class), but mostly it's the lack of sleep and the zombieish state in which I shuffle from one flight to another. Tonight my flight is delayed so I have plenty of time to hang out and try to do things online with the turtle-slow Internet.
What I do enjoy is the expectation and excitement that awaits you at the end of your trip, whether it's visiting family, exploring a new place, moving, or any number of reasons. I realize that the end of the trip does not always mean something good, but I'm generalizing.
I wait in anticipation for that first glimpse of the person (or people) waiting to pick you up--the moment when you see them and they haven't yet, and they are still searching the crowds for you. I like the ride home (or wherever you are going) when everybody is talking at once and half of what you says doesn't really make sense because you are tired and you are trying to answer multiple questions at once.
The last time I traveled, last May, I was returning home after graduating from college and spending three weeks in Hawaii taking a May-term class. I flew into my home city 5:30/6:00 in the morning. I was exhausted, but as I rode down the escalator there was my whole family waiting for me--my sister with her camera, my mom with a blanket, my brother-in-law with...alcohol, and my brother with a bouquet of flowers. Instead of dwelling on how tired I was.
That is one flight that I will never forget! One memory that will stay with me for the rest of my life. As I sit here waiting for my flight I am ready for more adventures, more travel. Not just because of the excitement of leaving, but also the people you go back to.
What I do enjoy is the expectation and excitement that awaits you at the end of your trip, whether it's visiting family, exploring a new place, moving, or any number of reasons. I realize that the end of the trip does not always mean something good, but I'm generalizing.
I wait in anticipation for that first glimpse of the person (or people) waiting to pick you up--the moment when you see them and they haven't yet, and they are still searching the crowds for you. I like the ride home (or wherever you are going) when everybody is talking at once and half of what you says doesn't really make sense because you are tired and you are trying to answer multiple questions at once.
The last time I traveled, last May, I was returning home after graduating from college and spending three weeks in Hawaii taking a May-term class. I flew into my home city 5:30/6:00 in the morning. I was exhausted, but as I rode down the escalator there was my whole family waiting for me--my sister with her camera, my mom with a blanket, my brother-in-law with...alcohol, and my brother with a bouquet of flowers. Instead of dwelling on how tired I was.
That is one flight that I will never forget! One memory that will stay with me for the rest of my life. As I sit here waiting for my flight I am ready for more adventures, more travel. Not just because of the excitement of leaving, but also the people you go back to.
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