i love traveling and going to places, this meant i have to fly a lot (i'm not a fan of bus rides). lately, the airport and its planes have been my friends , helping me go to places like boracay, home, and soon palawan and laoag.
on march 28, 2011 at 1:30 pm, i went to the airport for my flight to caticlan. i was all excited because that was my first time to go a place alone, with no friend, relative or anyone waiting for my arrival. i was all alone for this travel, more like an exploration and fulfillment of my dream destination, boracay.
that time, the airport was my friend. it helped me get to boracay and made my dream vacation and meeting new people possible.
while i was at boracay, i met some cool friends (too cool for a stranger, i guess). we had a good time hanging out with each other, learning about one another and the cultures from the countries we came from (me from the phil and them from the united states).
everyone says, "what happens in bora, stays in bora", but not our friendship. our friendship grew even as we departed boracay on a different flight on the same day. the airport was still our friend this time. we may have had separate flights but we knew that our friendship doesn't end there, at caticlan (or kalibo for me) airport.
the title of this note says, the fear and the love for airports. my love for airports grow as i continue to fulfill my dream travels and meeting new people along the way. the sight of airports give me a certain feeling of excitement and happiness.
on the other hand, my fear for airports sinks in when i see people leaving and i have to send them off at the airport. the sight just breaks my heart every time. this is the time i hate the airport the most. it looks like a monster taking the people who's been a part of my life.
the sound of the plane as i hear it take off is like a scary howl of a flying beast. it sounds like it's laughing at me and saying, "goodbye now, i'm gonna take them away from you". it's a scary sound. a scary sight.
my fear for airports grow every time. sometimes, i don't want to go and send people off. but, i care for them so much, i still go and see them leave even if it meant sad goodbyes.
today, april 11, 2011 around 3:00pm, i went to the airport again. this time, it's not a fulfillment of any of my dream travels, but one of those sad times when i need to see people go.
see, the airport can either be your friend or your enemy. it only depends on the situation and the reason why you're there. today, i just hate it. but, i'm looking forward for the day that i have to go there and fall in love with the airport once again. :)