Bound to be filled with lots of crap.

Thinking about getting to the terminal really early in the morning, almost always before security is even there to start their shift. Going through security and taking forever because I am a clumsy ass when it comes to that. The sitting at the gate and waiting. The air conditioning all around. That airport feel. The getting off the plane at a connection and running to the next plane while having to pee really bad but because I like to cut things as close as possible, not getting to go to the bathroom in fear of getting to the gate too late. And ultimately, the getting off the plane and that’s when the adventure truly begins…