At heart, I’m a nomad. I’m restless, I get bored easily, and I always feel like the grass is greener somewhere else.
This photo is from my local airport, which I guess kind of feels like home to me. I’ve worked there for countless days and hours, for several companies, one after another. I always seem to return there. The ready-to-fly atmosphere draws me in.
When I’m not working there, I still go there when I travel. Countless hours have been spent waiting for flights there. Waiting for my baggage (usually they are very quick with bags). Waiting for the bus after work (not quite as quick).
I know the airport inside out, even though it keeps changing, getting renovated, growing. I know where the quickest lines are, where to get food without being ripped off, and I have my own airport routines. I recognize the faces of many of the employees I pass, and I know that many of them are thinking the same things as me.
If that isn’t home, what is?