“Can I see your boarding pass and passport please?”
Overstuffing my suitcase.
The Window seat. Hell, even the middle seat. Any seat.
Overpriced Airport food.
Wondering where everyone in the airport is coming from/going to.
Rushing/being late. Now, there’s nowhere to be.
Grumpy TSA Security agents.
The ‘Ding!’ sound at take-off & landing. Does anyone even know what that means?
Unsolicited conversations with my Uber Driver.
All the strangers I’d pass on my way to everywhere.
An airline notification that my flight would be departing in 24 hours. Time to check-in!
Language barriers.
Overhearing conversations in an airport food court or lounge or restaurant happy hour.
Falling asleep in unusual places.
Waking up in a new place.
Places I’d like to return to and somehow all the places I’ve never been to.
An unhealthy reliance on Google Maps to navigate the unknown.
All the moments that once seemed unremarkable.
Most of all? freedom. Not necessarily the act of going somewhere, but the fact that I could if I really wanted to. And maybe I don’t miss these things at all. It’s rare that I feel a sense of longing. However, something tells me that once we’re able to truly go out into the world again my soul will softly sing, “Ah, there it is.”
