I brought an empty litre plastic bottle past the great TSA today, filled it up at the water fountain on the other side, and thus didn’t have to overpay for a basic need, transport of water.
That’d be the good news, because the bad news was encountering another blocked off area in an airport without access to fried food, or any good qualifying meal of empty carbohydrates that’ll allow me to sleep on a plane.
Ms Jen wrote that when travelling, one is set apart from home or your destination, it is a passage of sorts.
When I travel, I experience this moment in time similarly, with a growing trepidation that each passage, journey, is that destination and the two points come together with the real purpose of helping me find what is really important to me.