I've never been to an airport this many times in only a couple months. I don't know whether to be excited that I get to do all this traveling to terrified that I'm never at home. It also doesn't help that I hate being in planes but that's besides the point.
I hate how people romanticize airports like it's some kind of door to adventure. I mean, I get where they're going with it, and I suppose there's some validity to it, but I just can't buy into that whole thing.
Airports are just that: airports. I can see how you can romanticize cities or libraries, airports just seem like a stretch to me. Maybe because it's because I'm too objective, too disenchanted by my hatred and fear of flying in a metal tube thousands of feet in the sky. Or maybe I always find myself stuck there during a layover.
Airports are always where I end up in the in-between. They're where I am whenever I really have no where to be.
Sometimes I think that maybe I hate the airport so much because it reminds me of how my life has become so much like an airport. It's my senior year, I've applied to colleges, things are beginning to end. Right now it just seems like I'm just waiting for the next big thing to take off and send me somewhere. Or maybe I'll be waiting forever for a flight that's been canceled.
But then I stop myself from thinking these thinks.
I hate it when people romanticize airports.
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I would like to offer an explanation... Before 9/11, airports were actually very, very accessible to everyone. You could greet people at the gate, watch travellers leaving or arriving. It was a magial experience that your generation has been robbed of. Now you have to remove your shoes, be physically searched and scanned, and carted like cattle on crowded overbooked fligjts. I hate it. I completely understand your viewpoint. It is literally a miserable hell hole.
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