why airport's are the best but worst places of my life so far...
Growing up airports always meant we were going somewhere on holiday, and within a few hours I would be lay on a beach with unlimited cokes and all you can eat ice-cream... BLISS.As I grow older I soon came to realise I was oblivious to what was actually going on in the airport world and its not all happy occasions.
I have travelled a good few places in my life, my mum has packed enough of my suitcases to have a degree in it! I've been blessed enough to encounter the happiness and sadness of an airport. Airports for me are full of happy reunions and tearful goodbyes.
Not long after my eighteenth birthday I first traveled to india... I left from
when I left heathrow I was scared not happy and not sad I was relieved I caught my flight on time and petrified as I did not know what I was letting myself in for. I had to stop in Asia to get my connecting flight to Amritsar.
When I arrived in Amritsar airport, I soon shared with the crowd my overwhelming emotions, I leaped into Gautams arms with tears of joy and happiness.
from then on my journey to India I have gone through a number of different airports including
All of these Airports have seen my tears and happiness. I could never describe the feeling you have when you leave your loved ones at an airport it really is something you have to feel and experience your self and vice-versa its impossible to describe the feeling you get when you wrap your arms around the ones you love after not seeing them for so long!
I am writing this post on the exact date six months ago I left my husband at Amritsar airport...
And hopefully the next trip to the airport is a happy one!