For some strange reason, I actually don’t miss the whole idea of
travel. However, the little parts that constitutes what one
would call “travelling” are the ones that keep replying in
my head. The sitting at the airport waiting gates are the part
that I miss the most – seeing arriving and departing airplanes,
a wave of people going about their lives, listening to
boarding announcements while enjoying a cup of coffee on one hand.
Nowadays the idea of travel feels like a visit to my archived
pictures thoughout the years. And while it feels like our next
airplane ride will be months or years ahead, everytime I go
through pictures such as these of Dyan, Reylan and their family
at Hong Kong Disneyland back in 2017, I am transported back to
a waiting gate with a cup of coffee on one hand.
January 24, 2021
