As promised, I have arrived to deliver my second daily sketch. I actually had a loaded day. Very loaded. It all started at 4am. And I could go on on and on about everything that transpired. However I decided to pick one thing today and focus on that. That is, Airports, and how they make us feel. Or perhaps more how I’ve come to feel.

In the past, I remember Airports always being a place of either great happiness, or deep sadness. Always happy when you’re arriving at your destination and someone is there to recieve and greet you. Or when you are there to greet a loved one.

Sad when you must leave your loved ones behind, or when they must leave you. Over the years. I think it’s safe to say, I’ve developed a thick skin towards it.Towards happiness or sadness. The overwhelming feeling of joy when you can’t wait for that certain someone to step off of that plane or if it were you walking faster to get off of the plane knowing someone on the other end is there to meet you.

And of course the other side of the spectrum, The empty feeling you have as you walk away from your loved ones. You’re feet feel heavier and suddenly the backpack on your shoulders feels heavier. Or as you watch them board their plane you follow them with your eyes hoping somehow your eyes can have some sort of magnetic powers and suck them back towards you. But it never works….

As I mentioned. I have grown a thick skin to both. Over many years I have watched them come and go. And I to have come and gone. I know that it is nesscesary for me to to board that plane or for my loved ones to do the same. My mother cries everytime I leave…and maybe I take it for granted believing I know I’ll see her again…or anyone for that matter as they come or go.

For years now I have been this way. Neither happy nor sad. Just ready. I watched two of my best friends leave in the same year. I saw my mother and brother come and go this year. I could pile it on how often I have gone through this process. I guess it’s how it is when you’re the only one living on a tiny rock in the middle of the ocean.

And suddenly after years of being stone faced about airports . I found myself, today at the airport being overcome by a variety of emotions. At first I was upset with myself and had thought I had lost a grip on how to contain my emotions. But before I had realized it, I had allowed myself to enjoy this moment of anxiety at the airport once again. And I have to say the end result was total happiness….

Which means I am not looking forward to the return trip to the airport…I’m wondering if my old friend Sadness will pay me a visit?

I’ll let you all know. Thank you for reading. 🙂 Funny thing is, I probably could have talked about my whole day and it would have been just as long. Sorry if I put extra wear and tear on your eyes.

Oyasuminasai.