Wanderlust

It seems like it all begins and ends in some airport or other.

Mixed feelings surround me. 

Tears of sorrow from people parting from loved ones, happiness from friends traveling together probably to some fun and maybe foreign destination. 

All assumptions, but I'm surrounded by them, these feelings and emotions.

Completely surrounded.

I enjoy airports at times.

I'm always going or coming somewhere. 

Always happy to be heading on an adventure or sad for it to be over yet glad to be returning back to friends and family.

So many feelings.

Wanderlust.

Such a wonderful world. 

So much to see.

Explore.

Love.

Imagine.

Excursions.

So much world, so much time.

Must see it all.

And so I find myself in an airport.

This very familiar place filled with all these feelings.

I feel content.

I feel happy.

I feel lucky.

I feel.

I just feel.

JFK --> DAY 6/18/14