Did I ever mention how much I LOVE being on Airplanes and being at the Airport? Something about the Airport just makes me feel happy. Maybe it is the thought of going some place new, being somewhere else in the world, and escaping for a while.
Since last December I have been on a plane 6 different times. Each was a memorable experience. Even the time I ran through the Charlotte Airport from B to E and still missed my flight by 2 minutes. I've met some friendly flyers and seen some cool things while on flight too. On the way back in to San Antonio, I always try to capture a picture of this really big field that says "Luecke" but I can never get it. I have no idea what it is, but I wanna know who "Luecke" is and why their name is in a field that probably stretches 4 miles wide.
Right now, if you are reading this, I should be on a plane, in some Airport, happily sipping Starbucks, people watching. Hoping maybe I can have a conversation with a complete stranger that I will probably never see again. Sometimes those conversations are the best. I can't wait to see Nick. I can't wait for the upcoming week. I can't wait to close the chapter, because I don't think I will be visiting South Carolina or Georgia any time after this.
This flight is the beginning of the end.
Tomorrow is the ball.
Wish me luck.