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AIRPORT THOUGHTS.

8th June 2020

Editors note:

 

With quarantine upon us, we dusted off some of our notebooks we usually take with us when we travel, mainly for jotting down ideas, writing down our feelings, sketching places that we have come to adore, etc. We realised this short little text was sitting among notes from our travels. Although it was written on the 21st April 2018, we hope it still resonates with you today, even if we cannot travel yet or will not be travelling for a while, hopefully this takes you back to those days and allows you to reminisce the past travels we have all been on. The most important part is staying safe and healthy during these testing times. It is also important that we protect ourselves and those around us, that we are conscious of our actions and the implications of them, also. 

As I sit here, I think of how much I love airports. Some may find it is stressful and a anxiety-filled-experience and for some people it is. Yet, my heart tells me I am content. As I watch planes flying in flying out, I cannot help but wander where people are going and why. I love people watching, so seeing couples sprint to each other only to have a strong and intimate embrace waiting for them after their tiring flight, leaves me at ease and fills my heart with love.

It is hard being away from those that you love and I feel that an airport seizes many emotions and feelings - feelings of sadness when departing a place or from people we adore, not knowing when we will see them again to the reunion of loved ones when stepping foot in a new country, with so many opportunities waiting for everyone.

I love people watching and observing how different we all are, how everyone carries themselves. From the exhausted flight attendant dragging her essentials around with her with her next flight waiting for her to the ecstatic child being rolled around on their suitcase while taking their favorite teddy on holiday. 

To be perfectly honest, it is not being at an airport that makes me feel or think this way, because just a mere sight of an airplane ripping the skies as I lay on the grass, takes me and my thoughts away with it.

This time, I am travelling alone, back to London after the most amazing month abroad and as much as I love the city I live in, my feet are heavy with the desire to stay. Yes, I miss it but no, my soul and heart are begging me to stay. I absolute hate seeing the country that I love the most disappear into tiny granules but life is not always what we wish it to be and guess what? My gate has opened and I am about to embark on my flight back home. I'm about to see my favourite place disappear down below...

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