“The best part about airports lies in what they symbolize. Airports are places of bookends: new beginnings and long-awaited endings, arrivals and departures, hellos and goodbyes. We start in one city and end in another hundreds or thousands of miles away. You enter from a desert and exit into a blizzard. In from winter, out into summer. In from familiarity, out into something completely foreign. Or vice versa. An airport is a place of transit and not just geographically. I wish there was some sort of time-lapse to show how people change between departures and arrivals. When I arrive back home from being away, I am never the same person as when I left.”
There was a period of time in my life where I always wanted to be away. All I wondered was where I could go next, if I could afford to go for 3 days or 1 week, who would want to go with me. Honestly I think I’m still in it. I don’t want to be in one place for too long because it feels like I get left behind, everything keeps moving and I’m stuck in the mud of everyday life.
I’m not sure exactly what I was escaping from or running towards, but it has always begun and ended with the airport.
Some people really don’t like airports, and the drama or stress that comes with them. But I have always quite liked spending a little extra time in airports and train stations. They’re waiting rooms for the next adventure, and if you’re in love with the adventure, you’ve got to appreciate what comes either side of it.
I found this quotation and it echoed exactly how I feel, so I wanted to share it with you all today. I hope it resonates and acts as a reminder of how good it is to appreciate the journey, how it’s good to recognise change and ‘transit’ in your life.
p.s. photos taken on a the coastal path in Nervi, Genova. You can see the whole essay on airports here.
Love, C x