Airports used to be exciting places. Going to an airport meant you were going somewhere cool or picking up loved ones who were coming to visit! Now 90% of the time, airports are filled with goodbyes for me. I’m almost always saying goodbye to someone. When I flew here I had to say adios to Andrew thinking I wouldn’t see him for 3 weeks.  Then he ended up making it out here which was awesome, but tonight I just had to drop him off and say goodbye again for another 2 weeks. 🙁 I also had to say goodbye to my sister and her family from Texas tonight since they’ll be heading off to the airport tomorrow. And then in 2 weeks I’ll have to say goodbye to my friends and family once more when I head back to Australia. Seriously, there aren’t too many happy trips to the airport these days. Even when I’m really excited to see one person (or group of people) I’m always having to say goodbye to someone else I love in the process.

I don’t like goodbyes. I’ve had WAY too many of them in my lifetime (well,  really in the last 3.5 years), but I guess that’s what happens when you are in a long distance relationship forever and then move all the way across the world.

4 thoughts on “Airports”

  1. Sweets, you’re only saying goodbye 50% of the time you know…think the glass is half full, as you always get to say a hello on arrival;)

  2. I understand how you feel. It’s difficult to always be saying goodbye knowing you won’t see your loved ones for a long time. 🙁 I’ll be doing a bit of that very soon – and it’s going to suck.

  3. You always hit the nail on the head! Even when I?m really excited to see one person (or group of people) I?m always having to say goodbye to someone else I love in the process.” That is what I feel like when leaving either place I call home, too.

  4. I can totally relate. You did nail it on the head. It is just good to know that people relate to you and people understand what you go through. Because I do. Getting involved in a relationship (in my case marriage) to someone from another country means there will always be a pull between two countries, two sets of family, two sets of friends. That airport will always be a source of joy and sadness. I know the feeling. Living abroad has taught me to never take “time” for granted. Live it up, make the most of your time with loved ones. But I know you are already doing that… So have fun! 🙂

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