I’ve checked my luggage, and now await my flight. Boarding begins in just under two hours. I love being early at airports. Sailing through security, as a seasoned traveler, and now I get to sit and watch as the people come and the people go. Airports, much like bus and train stations, are places where we cross paths. It’s where we have to interact. It’s where we have to deal with fellow humans trying to get from point A to point B.
I can’t wait to get back east. I can’t wait to get back to the snow, back to the geography that raised me. I can’t wait to enjoy a fresh cup of Vermont coffee. It’s Green Mountain coffee that I’ve flavored with real maple syrup. I can’t wait to enjoy water that doesn’t dry out my skin. I can’t wait to smell snow in the air. I can’t wait to see my friends, some of whom are graduating. I can’t wait to sip some wine and look up at the stars, maybe over a bonfire.
This is my last long week in Vermont for school. Next time I come, I’m coming to graduate. I’m also coming with Caleb. I will be in a different world then. For now, I need to enjoy this week, and take in every thing I can.
For now, I just need to get there.