Airport reflections

I love airports.

It's a mecca of different people. The family with every member reeking of anticipation for a well deserved vacation. The business man hurrying along to catch his flight, and make it to the important meeting that might change his entire future. The backpacker, wandering around with tired eyes as she's waiting for a connection flight. The stewards and stewardesses laughing in a group with their small trollies and small scarfs, as they're heading to their next job.

And then there's me. Filled with excitement and nerves as I'm sipping my Chai tea latte at Starbucks, because I tell myself that expensive coffee is better, waiting for the trip of my life. I observe everyone, imagining their story, where they're coming from and where they're going to.

I wonder what they imagine about me.