Thursday, November 15, 2007

ADD*

I LOVE air travel. There is something about airports that totally gets me. Every time.
I love looking at the monitors with planes to all those faraway places. I love walking those aisles watching all the people around me. I love looking for my seat on the plane, looking out of the window to see the San Francisco Bay as we take off.

It doesn't matter if I'm there to pick someone up or drop them off - I ALWAYS wish I were the one travelling. We just dropped my sister-in-law and her husband at the airport. It was all I could do to not go in with them and wait in the check-in line, just to get my "airport-fix".
While they were complaining about the long layover in New York between planes, my eyes lit up at the thought of being able to explore JFK airport. Luckily I kept that thought to myself.

Now I'm getting restless thinking of when my next trip may be. I am sure I can hear Travelocity call my name.

(*Air-travel deficit disorder)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm with you on this! I love, love, love the airport too. It's a combination of feeling excited (because you are always going somewhere different when you are at the airport and that's always fun), the idea that you can't do anything at the airport other than lounge and buy things in gift shops and the great option of people watching that you get at the airport. Ahh airports. How I love thee.

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