I love and hate airports. They carry a sense of adventure, the promise of new places, of reunions, of my favourite people.
I love getting on a flight that brings me into the arms of family and friends. I love meeting humans at the airport.
But my god, does it tear me apart leaving home, or seeing him off. Then the airport is just a shipping mall without a soul, a place that takes my human away from me.
How many tears have I shed at various airports around the world?
Sofia airport departures could well be the saddest place in the world.
Aberdeen airport after a holiday at home.
Munich, when he is away to Scotland.
I wonder how many more will there be?
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