The airport has become to me a familiar place already. Not because of the frequency of my flying and going to different places, in fact, the last time I rode a plane and that was after more than a year - was when I went to Boracay with my husband.
I have seemed to include among my love expressions, picking up or sending off a friend or a family member who is coming back or leaving the country.
It is also a sacred place - the airport. If you will only see the rituals that are constantly performed with each van or carload of people and baggages, with each announcement of a plane arriving or boarding.
Sometimes, it is so beautiful, you feel like hugging each arriving passenger or each relative or friend that is left behind.
Bon Voyage.
Welcome Home.
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