a story in progress

In the past I used to find airports as a highly oyxmoronic term. It was joyful in the arrival halls with sights of reunion and hugging galore. It was also depressing with scenes of goodbye, unspoken worries and reservations. Dabbled with the occasional tears and high display of emotions, airports used to be those places that I want to avoid as much as possible.

Smooth; mocha smooth. Sniped from wifly72

However after the umpteenth visit to the airport, whether it was to send people off, to receive people or to travel myself, I am starting to appreciate the smooth, coolness of an airport. I no longer associate airports as this place of farewells and welcomes melding together. Instead, it's professionally  cool. It mostly well run with a likeable efficiency rate (minus those anonying travellers - you know what I mean). You can find yourself amid a busy terminal yet comfortably alone (so long as you are not lost).

I see in the excited faces of those on-boardees, myself being equally excited about the prospect of leaving a particular spot to travel to somewhere else. May it be home or some unknown land, that felling is so universally relate-able yet personal for each traveller. I share their concerns of the work or connections that they are about to leave behind. Expecting to come back to a pile of backlog or worse - nothing has changed for them.

I may have just gotten back from the airport after again the umpteenth times of seeing someone off, but I do know that I am pretty excited about my next visit to there. For it will be my turn to go through those departure halls and live through the other spectrum of flight and familarity once more.

I am having control. Or semblence of it at the very least. I now live by a routine. I sleep on time, wake up on time. On a good day I am even getting my work cleared from that list-of-to-do found either in some Post-it or G Cal.

It sure feels that way! - Snipped from Cuba Gallery

Come back a month ago, and I would tell myself this is exactly what I want for my summer. I needed that sense of confirmity so badly. For being in a limbo of not knowing how I was to spend most of my summer wasn't a cool prospect. In fact it was bad. For being jobless is so out of fashion these days especially among aspiring undergrads that I would have killed myself for commit the biggest faux of the year as an undergrad if I did not secure that one job for myself.

So now I am having a good laugh at myself. Or rather at my one month younger self. I would have told him to be less moppy about the uncertainity then. To soak up the random, unstructured way of living. May it be sleeping at really odd hours of the day or pumping ounces of coffee into the system.

After all things did turn out fine in the end. Time to live the moments and do something meaningful with them.