Airports

Just a quick post today, since I'm typing this on my iPhone.

I'm not sure what it is about airports and traveling that intrigues me, but I always get this weird, yet interesting feeling whenever I'm on my regular jaunt to Iowa.

Maybe it's because I don't travel that much, so I haven't had the opportunity to become jaded yet.

But rather than it being a chore, I often find it a chance to look outside my normal comfort zone.

I think it's because of the wide variety of people you see when you're sitting there waiting for your plane.

There are people from all walks of life that you encounter, or just see, at the airport.

There's the business traveler, that "I've done this so many times that I'm just going through the motions until I get where I'm going" type of person.

There are the wide-eyed kids, traveling for the first time. Some of them can be annoying, if they're badly behaved. But if they're good, the sense of wonder is captivating.

There are the brave soldiers who are on their way to or from one of the wars going on, or just moving from one base to another. It's especially pleasing when you see them with family members, as you know they aren't going back to the fight.

At least not yet.

I was lucky and didn't get hit with any of the new controversial TSA stuff that's been making the news recently. Maybe if I had been, I would be a bit more jaded.

There's always the trip home, I guess.

An airport is a great place to people-watch, seeing humanity in all its great variations. The hustle and bustle of people getting where they need to go. Or just taking a rest because, like me, they're waiting for their chance to get where they're going.

I wonder what they see when they watch me?





-- Post From My iPhone