I really love going to the airport, as long as I don't have to fly myself. Tonight I got to pick up my "adopted" brother. We're not really family but if I had a brother he would be like him. So as I'm waiting for him to come out I have plenty of time to study the faces of the other passengers exiting the security zone and you would expect to see a few happy faces but I don't see even one happy face. And I am thinking to myself that this is weird. Ok, travel can be exhausting but isn't anybody happy to be home or to return to your loved ones?
As much as I enjoy being abroad, there is nothing better than coming home.
—--- blogged from my phone