The airport is the perfect place to kill time. After a day of confusing thoughts, tearful
goodbyes, building excitement, sibling time, and way too many hours of packing,
I am thoroughly enjoying the airport experience. Maybe it’s because I love to stare
shamelessly at everyone who walks by, making crazy eyes at the toddler sitting
in the row next to me, winking at the solo male traveler eating a sub sandwich
on a bench in the corner, and wondering what on earth someone dressed in the
largest puffy Northface coat I’ve ever laid eyes on is doing at an airport in
Texas where it’s 70 degrees.
Eating a banana and enjoying the view: that was my
afternoon.
…AND considering a million other thoughts racing through my
head about the next four months. I’ve
been waiting for this for years…2.5 to be exact. My first thought when I opened my eyes this
morning: I don’t want to go. (I blame
it on my very non-morning person tendencies.)
My thoughts now as I secretly try to make up stories for everyone who
passes me in Terminal E at George Bush
International Airport: I. CAN’T. WAIT. I can’t wait to step out of an airport and
into life in Quito. I can’t wait to meet
other students and find out about my internship. I can’t wait to learn jokes in Spanish. I can’t wait to connect with my friends and
family at home. I can’t wait to scheme
up a way to smuggle an Ecuadorian child home in my suitcase. I can’t wait to see what God has for me this semester. I can’t wait for this adventure.
