With a Travelling Spouse and an expatriate life, I spend a lot of time at the airport. While many people hate trips to the airport, I admit, I LOVE them.
I love standing at arrivals waiting for my husband or guests to arrive - the anxious, excited anticipation that you feel. I love pausing at the arrivals gate for a coffee after arriving at an airport - to soak it in.
I love the love I see.
I love the tearful embraces, the beautiful new babies being introduced to relatives from across the world (much like mine was when she was a mere 3-months old), the children with 'Welcome' signs, the sun tans, the tired eyes and the smiles everywhere.
I love watching someone dart from behind the bars because they are bursting with excitement to get to that other person. I love the partners with flowers and balloons. I love seeing the weary traveller stripped of their luggage and load by their loved ones.
I love watching the anticipation, the nerves, the excitement, the joy, the tears, and the impatience.
There are few places that explode with emotions like the airport arrivals gate.