Airport

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I love airports. I love seeing the young women who dress in their nicest boots and carry heavy purses with manicured fingers and high, sleek, hair tied up in the back. I love the enthusiastic blonde parents dressed head to toe in Disney apparel, whose offspring clutch plush animals and sullenly frown at everyone who passes. I love the tiny candy stands; magazines and paper-back books that no one wants to buy, but everyone secretly wants to read.
The best part of being in an airport is knowing that this isn’t your final destination. You can reserve expectations for later, because right now you’re stuck in transition— a bubble. No one cares if you’re wearing high heels or pijamas. Nothing bad ever happens in an airport.
But I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life here.

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Avatar someday_93

    I love airports too! Although, it’s a little bit conflicting that you talk about how nice the ladies look, but then end with a statement about how no one cares how you look. And nothing bad happens in airports?! Okay. Also, in the second sentence, there shouldn’t be a comma after “sleek.”

    You caught some of the nuances of an airport really well though, I especially liked the part about the books and magazines. So true!

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Interesting little piece, especially since I’m going to be spending a lot of time in airports soon. It is a weird little bubble existence within the airport, past security, and not yet on the plane.