I cannot deny it.

I love travelling. I love packing, I love sorting out the stuff that I leave at home, I love waiting at an airport. Yes, Ladies and Gentleman, I’m one of the very few people who are at their happiest when they are at an airport, waiting for an airplane.

I’m not impatient, not stressed about flying and I’m not apprehensive about boarding. When I have my boarding pass in hand, and my luggage has gone the way of all down the conveyer belt, I find myself relaxing to enjoy the ride. The thing with travelling, especially by plane, is that for most of the time, things are out of your hands. You have no control of the airplane, of the weather conditions, or of whether or not things are going to work out the way you planned, all that there is for you to do is wait. In my two years travelling abroad, I’ve refined the art of waiting to perfection. I think it’s because I spend so much time waiting for airplanes, busses and trains (with normally every kind of problem or delay that you can think of thrown at me) that I have evolved past the impatience to a state of contentment.

I have missed the feeling and have almost forgotten its peace until now, when I find myself waiting in an airport lounge for the plane that would take me on my Holiday. I’m going to the Cape for a week, visiting old friends and taking a break before I start my new job. I haven’t taken a break ever since I started working in the restaurant and I have to say, for the first time I feel as if I need it. So, when the feeling of peace descended upon me as I looked for a place to sit down with the cheapest cup of coffee I can buy and a place for my laptop, I embraced it like a long lost friend.

Wanderlust followed in as well of course, but I’ll deal with it later. ๐Ÿ˜‰

So, I have to run. My plane’s about to leave and it would be hysterical if I miss it. But, I want to invite you this week to come with me on my trip. It might not be very exciting, but I’ll keep you entertained.

Or at least amused. ๐Ÿ˜‰



4 thoughts on “Undeniable.

  1. travelingmad August 23, 2010 / 4:05 pm

    Nice blog.

    I have the same feeling sometimes as well. I love waiting in the airport, excited about my next destination. I love to travel!!

    I’ll be at the airport on Friday, headed for Paris.

    • Alyssa August 23, 2010 / 11:25 pm

      I am, in the nicest way possible, so jealous. ๐Ÿ™‚ As i was flying, I kept thinking to myself: I wish I was going further…
      Wanderlust is a difficult one to let go of. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      Thank you for reading!

  2. suziwong August 24, 2010 / 9:11 am

    you cant let go of wanderlust. it has to let go of you – and that will be a sad day!

    oh, paris…!

    • Alyssa August 24, 2010 / 12:09 pm

      Then I’m doomed. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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