If you didn’t already know, about a week ago I was traveling quite a bit across America. Until last year, I hadn’t really traveled out of state in a long time (minus going to Las Vegas), so I’m still fairly new to traveling by plane. But with this year’s trip, I’ve been getting more comfortable with the whole concept. There’s a lot I love about traveling, from seeing new faces to being in a new place…out of your element.
One thing I noticed on the first leg of my trip when I touched down in Orlando was the group of people waiting for their loved ones who had just arrived. In particular, I singled out the face of a young guy who had the most amazing look on his face. That look of happiness, excitement, and just pure joy while waiting for whoever he was expecting to come into sight. Now, I’m perfectly fine traveling alone, but I couldn’t help but feel jealous for whoever that guy was waiting for. If it wouldn’t have made me a creep, I kinda wish I hung around to see them reunite, to witness the celebration of two people coming together.
Now, seeing that guy was fine and all, but then, fast forward to when I returned home to Los Angeles. I was heading towards baggage claim and I saw the same exact thing. Another guy with that same exact look on his face, waiting for someone who also had just landed. Part of me was thinking, “OKAY, I GET IT. NOBODY IS WAITING FOR ME.” But then, once my bitterness faded away, I couldn’t help but feel happy for the guy and whoever he was waiting for, and it gave me something to strive for. Someday, I want to be that person waiting for someone who just landed. Or, I want to get off a plane and have somebody be that excited to see me in the airport.
With my job, I’m lucky enough to get to meet people from all parts of the country, and even the world. Pretty much everyone I’ve met has been great, and I do intend to travel more, which could mean more places, more people, and more experiences. So, hopefully I’ll get to have that experience of uncontrollable anticipation…waiting to see someone that I can’t wait to wrap my arms around. One day.