I associate airports with feelings.
The last time I was outside the country, I was transitioning to a new job, and I was counting a couple hundred pesos before I become broke. It was also near the end of the year, and I was evaluating what I have done with it. There were a lot of feelings involved — especially I dealt with a very tough 2013.
Not that it matters, but in a few hours, I’ll be on a plane again towards another country I haven’t been to. It gets to me that I’m still excited no matter how common this place is among travelers in my country. I have lost sleep thinking about being in the airport with thousands of souls seeking refuge, whatever their reason is, and heading towards whether to certainty or oblivion.
And I guess I’ll never get over the necessary goodbyes an airport represents.
*Photos taken using an iPhone 5
He works in digital advertising but this blog is not about his job. Jonver overshares about his travels, boy dreams, and existentiality on his little space in the world wide web. He finds drunk tweeting amusing - all the more because he's funnier that way.
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