i know it's kind of strange, but i love taking people to the airport.
i have a distinct memory from childhood of my sister and i dropping my parents off for some trip. we stood in the terminal and watched out the window as their plane took off in the air. i was so sad and scared to see them go but really excited at the same time.
and those same sensations flow through my body even now whenever i make an airport run.
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