Wife and Mommy

I get a little envious of a friend on Facebook when his status updates read something like:

LAX –> DAL –> ATL

I imagine all the fun he must have airport hopping.  Sure, I know most of his travels are for business, and therefore not really that glamorous–he once told me all he got to see in faraway cities were hotel rooms, conference rooms, and clients’ offices.  Still.  Since I don’t fly anywhere anymore, I am wistful as I see his airport codes.

Recently I went to IAD to pick up some friends from their long international journey.  Bito and Cupcake went with me since they love the airport and think it’s a special treat to go to Dulles.

I watched as weary travelers trudged through the doors from customs.  I saw other domestic travelers making their treks to the cab line, or out to their cars in satellite parking. Everyone had somewhere to go, someplace else they wanted to be.  The airport wasn’t their final destination.

As we stood outside the doors from where all international passengers arrive, Bito and Cupcake played together on the floor.  Others waiting were amused by their carefree conversation and fun.  They got one or two annoyed glances from tired people who probably just wanted them to be quiet.  All in all, I was glad I brought them with me. They seemed to lighten the heavy, exhausted atmosphere.  Several people smiled at them, or at me as I tried to shush them a few times.

All those travelers wanting to go somewhere else.  I was happy where I was.