Sydney airport is a flurry of motion this early morning as I sit and wait on mum and sis to arrive. Thirty minutes late, and I realize how much I miss the energy the airport provides; travel provides. Awaiting travel and expectations of loved ones, mixed with the smell of coffee, smoke from the outside designated area and jet fuel, a brilliant combination of sensory overload.
The arrivals board reads like a good travel-logue or passport -- Tokyo, Abu Dhabi, San Francisco, Jarkata, etc. etc. So exotic and intoxicating are the words, I feel overwhelmed and excellent.
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