Right now I am "working" at the cafe. But a week from today, I will be waking up in my big, comfy bed at home! And even though I have to write a huge paper and a smaller paper and my thesis proposal before then, I am still in a good mood pretty much all the time because I know that at the end of this week, I will be wearing t-shirts (without like four more layers of clothes on top of them) and eating delicious food and playing with Chelsea and sleeping a lot. I am definitely excited to go to the airport on Friday.
I have always really loved airports for some reason. I know a lot of people hate them because there is a lot of waiting and sitting around involved, but even that isn't enough to make me not love them. I just feel like whenever you go to the airport, it is a good thing. Either you are going to the airport to go somewhere exciting, or to go home, or to pick up someone who is visiting you, or to drop off someone who was visiting you (because, let's face it, by the end of a whole week with whoever is visiting you, you are probably a little sick of them), and so every time you go to the airport, it is cute and happy and fun!
I guess probably a lot of why I like airports and airplanes is because my grandpa loves them so much. I seem to have inherited his obsessions with chocolate and ketchup, so I probably got the airplane one, too. Plus, even when I was a kid and I hated my middle name, I still would always tell myself that it wasn't so bad because it's Amelia, and Amelia Earhart was pretty awesome.
I don't know how else to explain it, something about airports just makes me really happy. I love this one airport in Texas (Dallas?) because it has a monorail, and I still have to admit that Charles de Gaulle in Paris is really pretty, even though I am still bitter over when I got stuck there for twenty-four hours. On my way home on Friday, I have a layover in Las Vegas, and I always end up in this terminal that basically has a wall of windows and you can see the entirety of the Strip while you're waiting, and even though the Philly is a disaster, I kind of like it because everyone always hates it and is lost and confused, but I've finally figured it out and that makes me feel special. My freshman year, I went to Boston for part of my fall break in October, and landing in Boston was probably the prettiest thing I have ever seen. There were so many trees and it was right at that time when they are all like bright orange and yellow and so pretty.
Of course, my favorite airport of all is San Diego (surprise!). It is just so tiny and precious, and when you take off and land, you fly right out over the ocean and if you have a window seat on the right side of the plane (I can never remember which side), you get the most amazing, perfect views. I always like having a window seat, especially when I am landing in San Diego, because then I can look out the window and look for my favorite places, like Balboa Park! And then, when you finally step outside at the airport it just smells like San Diego and that is wonderful. It's like ocean-y and flower-y and plant-y and I-don't-know-what-else-but-it-makes-me-happy and I am so ready for Friday afternoon when I take off and get to go home to seventy-degree weather and sunshine!
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