The best part about airports lies in what they symbolize. Airports are places of bookends: new beginnings and long-awaited endings, arrivals and departures, hellos and goodbyes. We start in one city to end in another hundreds of thousand miles away. You enter from a desert and exit into summer. In from familiarity, out into something completely foreign. Or vice versa. An airport is a place of transit, and not just geographically. I wish there was som sort of time-lapse to show how people change between departures and arrivals. When I arrive back from being away, I’m never the same person as when I left.
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