I traveled last week, which explains the absence of thoughts after last Wednesday. It was nice to visit some friends and get out of town for a bit. Plus, I was in my favorite place in this entire world: The Airport.
What is it about that place that intrigues me so? Perhaps it’s because I’m infinitely interested in people, period, and to have the opportunity to just sit there and watch them is pretty interesting. Or, perhaps because you have a million backgrounds and back stories in one terminal. It’s a bit surreal. I was able to sit and observe and do some writing, all of which made me quite content.
The downside to traveling? Coming back.