Thanksgiving is a holiday that I think of in the airport. Interestingly enough, I am currently in the airport. For the past four years, I have found myself delayed to go home right before Thanksgiving. At first, I was really upset. I woke up at 7 and hadn’t had any caffeine yet and was trying very hard to befriend the nice guy behind the United counter. After some tea and breakfast, I’m feeling significantly better… or at least I was until my brother called me from the car already almost home. Unfair.
The airport today is a little more stressed than usual. I honestly thought that the mother family in front of me at security was going to kill every last one of her family members while throwing plastic liquid bags throughout the terminal like confetti. As someone who is both tired and very used to traveling at this point, I’ve just put on headphones and am trying not to make eye contact with anyone that might try to bowl me over with a stroller.
It’s times like these that I think we have much too narrow a definition of a break. Technically, everyone at the airport is taking a break from work or school right now. It would be pretty easy for us to enjoy the airport. This happens to be a nice one and there is certainly plenty of quality time to be spent with your family if you’re traveling together. Instead, people are unhappy and anxiously awaiting tomorrow. I for one am going to try to enjoy this as much as possible.