I walked through the crowded Heathrow airport: artificial fluorescent lighting, air-conditioning, jet-lagged passengers, and constant airport announcements. I could not have felt more at home. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was flying out of Heathrow Airport to Hamburg to see my parents for the weekend. They still live in Germany (proper TCK parents! They are French and Belgian). They have been there for almost 10 years now. That is the longest they’ve been somewhere as expats!
As I slowly moved towards my gate in Heathrow, stopping at PRET for a white Americano, I realized how relaxed I was. Suddenly the stress I had accumulated over the last couple of weeks about revising for exams, working on my company, and working at the Pilates studio part-time started melting away. I knew that in a couple of minutes, I’d be boarding a plane, and I would be leaving behind any issues I had. It felt so freeing. And it was also this strange nostalgia I had for airports. It just gave me a lovely warm feeling inside. Am I crazy? Or does the feeling of being in an airport just remind you of childhood, flights back to see family over Christmas from different places around the world, flights taken towards a brand new destination?
It’s funny how much I enjoyed the movie ‘Up in the Air’. The way the character played by George Clooney knew how to go through the security check-in in a matter of seconds. He had nailed it after having done it so many times. He knew exactly what the airport security officers would be looking for. Or how he just had a sense of calm when going through those busy airports. And when he got home, he almost looked uncomfortable. I definitely felt that when I moved to Boston. I didn’t feel quite at home yet in my apartment there and almost felt more at ease in the Boston Logan airport. What is it about airports? Do you feel the same way?