Airports see it all the time
It is a sunny winter’s day today. My brother is here and the day started off with a little brother-sister quarrel. Why is he always so insensitive? Why couldn’t he just sneak out, re-park the car, come back in again, perhaps prepare breakfast for us two, shake up a smoothie, boil some eggs…let me wake up to the smell of newly brewed coffee? But no, instead he has to storm in at 7.30 in the morning stressing me about the plans for the day…
Me: I don’t know, will you let me wake up? I have some stuff to do and I want to go to the gym some time during the day…
Him: Why don’t you go NOW?
The quiet morning atmosphere was gone. And I know, I’ll be making us breakfast – with smoothie! And we’ll be cool.
Later today we’ll go out to the airport to fetch our dad who will be arriving from Cape Town and his three months voluntary experience.
We’ll stand there waving a Swedish flag and give him a warm welcome – in this cold, winter weather.
And tomorrow, ironically, my best friend Bibbi and her boyfriend Lito, will go to the same airport, with nervous excitement and catch a flight to the Philippines, where they plan to stay and study for a year.
Makes me think of John Mayer’s song “Wheel”:
“that’s the way, this wheel, keeps working now…”
This reminded me of the movie Love, Actually (and I LOVE that movie). You write beautifully Helen.
Yeah, I thought that was a really sweet movie too!! 🙂 Thanks for the compliments on the writing! I loved that thing you wrote recently about not taking the blogging thing too seriously! It inspired me to “blog like no ones reading”…and my last two posts have been written in a quick go, without too much thinking. I hope to keep that up. Hugs all the way from me to you.
That airport thing…yeah…mind boggling when you think of it. Coming and going on individual adventures or worse…some coming/going happy…some not so much. Happening all over the world as we speak. Cool observation….
Airports definitely have a special atmosphere! (and great lyrics by John Mayer, don’t you think?) Me and my brother stood and watched different flights come in today – people from all over the world, wondering what their motives were for being there, how they felt and what their expectations were. And then our own dad came, tanned and happy, and us, two grown up children greeting him with a big hug, and it made me realize how little time and place and age matters in moments like that. Hope you’re good!!
Now this is real life . . . I can relate to siblings fighting. also to fights between girlfriend — boyfried; husand — wife; and father — son.
But only when you point out that they made up. And, lived happily ever after . . .
Nice storytelling. Nice “journalling” for an international audience.
michael j
Pennsylvania, USA