I have always declared my love of airports and flying. Airports of late have become more areas of frustrated amusement. I recently travelled through Heathrow and Frankfurt and every single time I'm at an airport I remember that airports are such interesting microcosms of our world. No place frustrates me as much as airports, but at the same time I can't help but be intrigued. From the man in front of me who, despite constant reminders to empty your pockets of change, beeps when going through the scanner and then begins to pull out £10 worth of change out of said pockets, to the family travelling with young children who sit on tiny suitcases that their suffering parents drag along behind them. Airports constantly give me something to observe.
Airports and flying used to make me miserable but now that I'm older (and hopefully wiser) I feel a stronger sense of peace and purpose. I travel less frequently now that I'm settled in my postgraduate life but whenever I am on a plane I feel a great sense of relief at leaving the country. There's nothing that quite beats the excited butterflies when your plane pulls through cotton candy clouds and begins it's decent into a new airport, a new country where people speak a different language and believe in different things. Even just the difference between Heathrow and Frankfurt is enough to make my head spin, and they are on the same continent. From driving on different sides of the road, the sense of humour and customs (queuing being the best example). Our differences set us apart but also teach us new things about ourselves and that is one of the most important aspects of travel. If you leave a country as the same person who walked through customs in arrivals you've done something wrong.
My next flight will be my last flight to Oman in December. My parents are moving and there is no going back to Oman for us. It gives me a heavy heart knowing that this is the end of my Oman adventure, a place that has held my heart ever since I was five. But I am grateful for all the wonderful memories and lessons I have learnt. Christmas will be a time to say goodbye but also a time to look to the future and see what new airport will peak at me through the clouds.