Airports & Good-byes.
The big terminals. The hustle and the bustle. A mix of languages finding their way to your ears. Different customs and different people- it all just feels like another world; people are frantically searching for their tickets, emotions running wild, sincere good-byes being said, smiles and tears shed as their loved ones walk through the terminal, waiting for the next time they’ll see them- a week, a month, years. Already counting the days because you’ve grown so dependent on that person, wondering how you’ll get on with the next couple of days without them until you succumb to your habitual lifestyle.
You won’t see her for breakfast tomorrow, you won’t have your cousin to go to the pool with every weekend. The figure who has become like an older sister, whom you didn’t even know existed as of September of last year, will no longer be there to greet you when you get home and ask how your day was. The language barrier no longer seems like an obstacle as you’ve developed your own way to communicate. Everything that seemed to be in the way was nothing but a bug on a windshield.
And tomorrow you have to get on with your life. Reality will settle in. It will sink in. And you will have to move on.