The airport pickup
Its 4:45 am when my alarm jerks me out of my pleasant dreams. The world is still dark and it feels like i’m the only one stupid enough to be be awake at this ungodly hour. I pop the snooze on and roll over for an extra 10 minutes of snuggling my blankets.
I don’t manage to fall back to sleep though, as I quickly remember the reason I’m meant to be getting out of bed so early; I need to pick my friend up at the airport!
Even when I was a little girl, I adored going to the airport. It was always an exciting adventure. It was planned in advance and my sister and I would spend the days helping mum make toffees for us to eat in the long car ride. The glass viewing platform at the airport was such a delight, watching as the planes took off and landed. I would always try and guess where they were going and wave goodbye to the lucky travelers.
The process of catching a flight is not always fun. The lines, the security, the paperwork, the waiting; it can all get tedious after a while. But the child in me still loves just being at the airport. It feels like stepping into the wardrobe that leads to Narnia. its the place where adventures begin and end. It has an aura of excitement and promise that’s hard to find anywhere else.
The myriad of people at an airport can be fascinating. I still try and guess where people are going, where they are from, what their stories are. There are always the same type of shops in every airport too; the duty free, the travel gadget store, the book store, the souvenir shop, the jewelry and watch store, not to mention the rows of rental car information desks and the cafe and eateries scattered in between.
I’ve been through so many airports in difference places around the world now, but its still exciting all the same. Even when I’m simply there to pick up a friend in the arrivals lounge, I can’t help but get caught up in the wanderlust vibe. While I was waiting for my friend, I was observing the arrival of passengers, some with tired but excited expressions, others bewildered, and others relieved, all pushing trolleys or carrying their belongings; I longed to be among them. It made me really excited to be departing again soon to some new and exotic part of the world.
After about half an hour of waiting my friend came whizzing out of the arrivals, loaded up with his bags and expectantly looking around for a familiar face. We cried out with excitement when we saw him and his face lit up with a big smile. Many jubilant hugs followed, and as we trundled out of the airport I couldn’t help but feel the echo of our joy and laughter adding to the aura that makes the airport such a special place.