I am got to the airport at 5:45 this morning. I got up at 4:30. Haven't had a whole lot of sleep, but airports will forever be filled with trips past. I'm in the Phoenix Airport, and I can see my cousin walking down the terminal, laughing and giddy about going to Europe. I see my family eating a quick meal at Paradise Bakery before we go through security. I see those private school boys that were at the airport last week and how some were cute and some weren't. I eat my Starbucks oatmeal and think of how the Scottsdale and Tucson sun beat me down on me and I felt so peaceful. I drink my juice and think of my trip to New York last year, and Arizona 2 years ago.
I've traveled so much, that these trips blend together and I can't seem to separate person to person or trip to trip. It makes me happy that in the midst of people and numbers and fluorescent lights and plastic, I will always see familiar people. I will remember the fun memories and I will always recognize people here.
xo. Elise
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